I STAND for something!!!

Ah… Beautiful day…..Huh?? Phone is ringing? WTF??? Answer it or not? Well, I usually choose to let it go to voicemail… But, curious I am…. “Private call”… WTF?

I answered it. Nobody!!! See, that’s why I usually choose not to answer my phone. It’s usually a waste of my time…sometimes. But, “Private Call”??? Who would want to block their phone number? Who is this mysterious person that would cause me to get off my ass to find my phone and force me to answer to nothing? Well, “Private Call,” you missed out on a great opportunity to talk with me…and be bored to tears!!! So, there, “Private Call!” SO THERE!!!

Anyway, what was it I wanted to waste time with today before I go to my balcony and sit with a book and smoke and drink…? hmmmm… I had an idea during my prep period. I wanted to mention something…. Ahhh..

Last Friday I actually went to a demonstration. This was my first demonstration that I actually had a stake in the issue and for the most part cared about. In college, I never demonstrated. I always happened to be located, at the time, near a demonstration of some sort. It was never for an issue I really gave two shits about. I usually watched and made cynical comments. That was me. Things don’t change. However, I make cynical comments regardless of demonstration. I make them to put in an element of truth to the things people bitch about. Often people seem to miss the big picture. I like to make the picture extremely clear. Cynicism is just a nasty way of speaking the truth.

But, I went to a demonstration for an issue and I partook in the demonstration… I walked in said demonstration, but I did not cheer. I don’t cheer. I feel that my mere presence is voice enough. “Why?” you ask? I’m Slavic… that’s why. If we look at Slavic history, one can see a huge amount of historical evidence that my cultures (Czech and Polish) are used to being kicked in the head. We are cultures that … well… lose gracefully. We lose, we get up, we get kicked in the head… we go down (yes, folks… this is my life on so many levels…. DAMN YOU GENETICS), we lose some more… we get up, and we say, “I guess we deserved it. Oh Well!” … And, eventually, we get tired of the kicks in the head and say, “ENOUGH!” Then, because we are so used to abuse, we fight, then we win. Then, we get kicked around some more until we stand again. The process continues over and over again. For 500 years the Hapsburgs pushed around the Czechs… Then the Germans alone… then the Russians… In fact, one could say the same of the Poles… But, here we are in the 21^st Century, and you can’t get rid of us… Mainly, for once, my cultures took a stand! FEEL THE POWER OF THE SLAVIC NATION, BITCHES!!! This is why I usually choose not to care about anything, because I usually get kicked in the head. It’s easier to just stand there and take it. But, for once, I stood with comrades, and it appears that my mere presence has changed the outcome … I think. Okay, not really, but I stood for once with comrades, and that is a big thing for me. I demonstrated. I took a stand, and let my Slavic look voice my discontent…

In general, I lose a lot. I lose so often that I have begun not to care because, well, I lose. What’s the point? There is always somebody better….. To which I say, “Fuck em!” So, I just don’t care. I shall go out and have my fun. I think this is the best way to do my Slavic heritage proud… Go ahead, kick me in the head! I just don’t care! Because no matter what, I won’t go down! I will go down… but, I will keep getting up, and? I will win, eventually!!! I have centuries of genetic chutzpah that keeps me in the game! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!! AGAIN… FEEL THE POWER OF THE SLAVIC NATION, BITCHES!!!! Perogi anybody? How about some sort of meat and potatoes slathered (I love the word “slather”) in brown gravy? Yeah, you know what I am talking about! FUCK YEAH!!!

Now, on to the main event… I decided to re-write a Who song… It was an obvious choice. Ready… Set… go!

Happy “Joe”

By the Who

And Shamelessly reedited by Joe

Happy Joe wasn't old, but he was a man.
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man.
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key,
So they rode on his head in their furry donkey.

The kids couldn't hurt Joe,
They tried, tried, tried.
They dropped things on his back,
They lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.

But they couldn't stop Joe, 'or the waters lapping,
And they couldn't prevent Joe from being happy.

But they couldn't stop Joe, 'or the waters lapping,
And they couldn't prevent Joe from feeling happy.

The kids couldn't hurt Joe,
They tried, tried, tried.
They dropped things on his back
They lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.

But they couldn't stop Joe, 'or the waters lapping.
And they couldn't prevent Joe from being happy.

Bye-Bye!!!