George Harrison Foresees Brownsville Politics
"Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in.
In their sties with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking.
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon."
"Piggies" by George Harrison
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Yeah, the lyrics of that song'll work for characterization of weak-kneed Browntown. I choose this quote, however: "Since Freud, the center of man is not where we thought it was; one has to go on from there." - Jacques Lacan
ReplyDeleteIt is when you at last get to the local mindset, Jimmy Boy, that you will realize what it is you are up against. And it's not just you. McHale knows of what I speak, yet he chooses to exist via the Peter Principle. Juan Montoya knows it, as well, yet his bent is more toward assigning long hours to his dictionary in search of new words. Wightman-Cervantes perhaps never had a chance and that fella Quintanilla, well, he's on familiar terms with the worst of Man. There, then, is nowhere else for these people to go. I use them as a microcosm of the local male culture. I assume the song you reference above was aimed at the corruption, most of which is the result of the male elected officials, although the Mexican woman, I fear, has fallen mightily into this abyss.
Outrageously accurate assessment! I'm impressed.
DeleteWell said, Anon.
DeleteThat is not a "prediction" by Harrison, it is a description of the current status of the piggies in Cameron County and Brownsville. And here, the piggies and the wolves live in corruption side by side. You even have guys like Dan Sanchez who looks as if he if from a mixed marriage....half wolf and a big piggy. (probably has a curled tail).
ReplyDeleteOh I thought Dan Sanchez was bad, until the total lack of balls of Carlos Cascos was on display last week. Buddy buddy with the corrupt Democrats, the corrupt election office and his old friend Ernie Hernandez. Sanchez is a better choice after all. Or at least, no different from the usual two face crap
DeleteThis song fits, too:
ReplyDelete"I looked out across
The river today
Saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
Saw the sad-shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
Two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night
All this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which way the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows
All this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
and I'd bury the old man,
I'd bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle
And as these words were spoken I swore I hear
The old man laughing
"What good is a used-up world and how could it be
Worth having"
All this time the river flowed
Endlessly like a silent tear
All this time the river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here
Teachers told us, the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
Garrison town,
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found
All this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
But they only get better
One by one
One by one by one...
["All This Time" by Sting]
"If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron." — Spider Robinson
DeleteIt must be nice living like a piggy, until Mr. Farmer takes them out back and spills their guts out
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