Monday, June 13, 2005

give in to me/just beat it

People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things...
[Childhood, from the HIStory album]

The verdict is out. Web servers have crashed. TV news[sic] shows get high ratings. The media are happy. Some fools are weeping outside the courtroom. We can be smug about it. Oh yeah! We knew. We always knew. (Kobe Bryant). The legal system is such a wonderful framework of detail, you can't expect justice in moral terms. Everything needs to be clearly defined, re-defined, undefined, and reiterated. (OJ). We can't handle the truth. And we'll never know the truth. We'll always know, but never from the horse's mouth. We'll only have a feeling in our gut. So strong we can't deny it. (oww!!). We never followed much of the trial. We knew that mountains of $$ from the taxpayer were being pumped into this fresh staple for entertainment. Keep 'em glued to the TV sets. (Bill Clinton). Conjecture. Predict. Speculate. Criticise. Rant. Condemn. Rationalise. Condone. It doesn't matter. This is a reality show. Without the show. Just reality. And yet it seems pre-ordained. It was all meant to be. To escape the world I've got to enjoy that simple dance / And it seemed that everything was on my side . Another Priapean triumph, what my droogs?

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