Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Happy New Year 2009
The World We Live In
The Killers
This is world that we live in
I feel myself get tired
This is the world that we live in
Well maybe I was mistaken
I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age
Well maybe I was mistaken
Bless your body, bless your soul
Pray for peace and self control
I gotta believe it's worth it
Without a victory,
I'm so sanctified and free
Well maybe I'm just mistaken
Lesson learned and the wheels keep turning
This is the world that we live in
I can't take blame for two
This is the world that we live in
And maybe we'll make it through
Bless your body, bless your soul
Reel me in and cut my throat
Underneath the waterfall
Baby we're still in this
This is the world that we live in
Feel myself get tired
This is the world that we live in
I had a dream that I was falling, down
There's no next time, alone
A storm wastes its water on me
But my life was free
I guess it's the world that we live in
It's not too late for that
This is the world that we live in
And no, we can't go back
This is the world that we live in
We still want something real
This is the world that we live in
I know that we can yield over time
This is the world that we live in
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Human
Beautiful song by The Killers - from their new album Day & Age.......somehow thought it appropriate to the times we are in!
I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart...
Cut the cord
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well..
You've got to let me go
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
You've got to let me know
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart...
Cut the cord
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well..
You've got to let me go
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
You've got to let me know
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
Sunday, December 07, 2008
December post
Like I have mentioned before....
This might be my one and only post this month.....typing ain't easy.....
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Crash......
The things that saved me from more harm - a good helmet, good jacket and hardy boots. To all you dumbfucks who ride without them - do the earth a favour and go green - walk!!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Demon Drink
Read this guest post by Scott Ian on his love/hate relationship with booze - from Headbangers Blog. Its quite a hilarious but down to earth article. What I loved most was some of the famous lines by people that he has inserted in the article. Some of the best....
“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.” – Ernest Hemingway
and
“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.” — Frank Sinatra
Quite a good read - check out the whole post here....
“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.” – Ernest Hemingway
and
“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.” — Frank Sinatra
Quite a good read - check out the whole post here....
Sunday, November 16, 2008
"Christian" schmucks
I find a lot of things ironic in this bit of news I read off The Hindu today...
"Members of the Akhila Karnataka Catholic Christians Kannada Association staged a protest in front of the Mahatma Gandhi statue here on Sunday, alleging that Tamil-speaking people in Jakkanahalli in Kollegal were harassing Kannadigas"
It goes on to say that the secretary "demanded that Kannada prayers be offered in the church"...
You tell me how many points you can find funny or ironic!
"Members of the Akhila Karnataka Catholic Christians Kannada Association staged a protest in front of the Mahatma Gandhi statue here on Sunday, alleging that Tamil-speaking people in Jakkanahalli in Kollegal were harassing Kannadigas"
It goes on to say that the secretary "demanded that Kannada prayers be offered in the church"...
You tell me how many points you can find funny or ironic!
Monday, November 03, 2008
Time To Pretend
Beautiful and very cynical lyrics by the band MGMT....off the pretty good movie 21.....
I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about, our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about, our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Such cynicism and satire - in fact, dripping with it - "The models will have children, we'll get a divorce...We'll find some more models, everything must run its course."
Monday, October 27, 2008
20 quotes of Mark Twain
Came across these hard hitting quotes by Mark Twain from Listverse....
1. Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
2. An Englishman is a person who does things because they have been done before. An American is a person who does things because they haven’t been done before.
3. Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
4. Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
5. Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
6. Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
7. Facts are stubborn things, but statistics are more pliable.
8. Honesty is the best policy - when there is money in it.
9. I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying that I approved of it.
10. I have a higher and grander standard of principle than George Washington. He could not lie; I can, but I won’t.
11. I have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.
12. I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
13. In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language.
14. It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly American criminal class except Congress.
15. It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
16. Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
17. Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
18. Often it does seem a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.
19. Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
20. We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don’t know anything and can’t read.
My favourite one is "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt". Oh! How I wish so many assholes I have met in life read this! But like Mark Twain has said - "Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed."
1. Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
2. An Englishman is a person who does things because they have been done before. An American is a person who does things because they haven’t been done before.
3. Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
4. Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
5. Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
6. Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
7. Facts are stubborn things, but statistics are more pliable.
8. Honesty is the best policy - when there is money in it.
9. I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying that I approved of it.
10. I have a higher and grander standard of principle than George Washington. He could not lie; I can, but I won’t.
11. I have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.
12. I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
13. In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language.
14. It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly American criminal class except Congress.
15. It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
16. Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
17. Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
18. Often it does seem a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.
19. Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
20. We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don’t know anything and can’t read.
My favourite one is "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt". Oh! How I wish so many assholes I have met in life read this! But like Mark Twain has said - "Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed."
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Orissa burning!!
And I thought that the Indian Blogosphere had matured! In fact, I should not even be capitalising those words! It is not deserved at all.
Not one blog have I read that has written about what has happened in Orissa. I waited this long to see that some post will end up on my Google Reader. None. Nada. Zilch. Zero.
What balls it had, has been lost. For the indian blogosphere that is! Not capitalised anymore.
Well, I shouldn't really say that none of the blogs have mentioned it. Some have. Actually very few have. We have more important things to cover like the Barack Obama situation. Or the Gustav in the Americas. Or that some random indian was punched in the face and called names in some subway station in London. Or that some random person who was "racially abusive" can now no longer participate in some random "reality" show somewhere.
No one cares to know that "a mob "allegedly" set fire to a person - alive" in some random village in Orissa. No one bothered to write about people who ran away from homes, literally scared for their lives and lived in the forests. No one cared to even write about the fear that these people still live in. Some have returned. To be put into special centers - riot care victim centers. India shining - burning more likely. Smell the progroms all over again.
I appreciate some of the bloggers who have indeed written about this. Samuel and Mutiny.in to name two. And let me tell you that I am not even going to start on the perpetrators of this crime. I am just concentrating on the indian blogosphere here.
Dissapointing to see that two of my favourite Blog aggregator sites - Desicritics and DesiPundit did not even mention it. Yes, I know that you aggregate or put up posts only when someone else posts them. No posts then. I would not want to start on the blogs of other "socially active" bloggers even. Not one mention. Damn disappointing people!
You didn't mention it cause the tribals asked for it? To be displaced and burnt alive?
Not one blog have I read that has written about what has happened in Orissa. I waited this long to see that some post will end up on my Google Reader. None. Nada. Zilch. Zero.
What balls it had, has been lost. For the indian blogosphere that is! Not capitalised anymore.
Well, I shouldn't really say that none of the blogs have mentioned it. Some have. Actually very few have. We have more important things to cover like the Barack Obama situation. Or the Gustav in the Americas. Or that some random indian was punched in the face and called names in some subway station in London. Or that some random person who was "racially abusive" can now no longer participate in some random "reality" show somewhere.
No one cares to know that "a mob "allegedly" set fire to a person - alive" in some random village in Orissa. No one bothered to write about people who ran away from homes, literally scared for their lives and lived in the forests. No one cared to even write about the fear that these people still live in. Some have returned. To be put into special centers - riot care victim centers. India shining - burning more likely. Smell the progroms all over again.
I appreciate some of the bloggers who have indeed written about this. Samuel and Mutiny.in to name two. And let me tell you that I am not even going to start on the perpetrators of this crime. I am just concentrating on the indian blogosphere here.
Dissapointing to see that two of my favourite Blog aggregator sites - Desicritics and DesiPundit did not even mention it. Yes, I know that you aggregate or put up posts only when someone else posts them. No posts then. I would not want to start on the blogs of other "socially active" bloggers even. Not one mention. Damn disappointing people!
You didn't mention it cause the tribals asked for it? To be displaced and burnt alive?
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
Forget the Native Americans. Forget the Indus Valley Civilisation. Forget the ancient cultures of the Chinese and the Japanese. Forget the Mayan and Inca civilisations. Forget it all. Forget culture. Its not important after all.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Satire
Satire is often strictly defined as a literary genre or form; although, in practice, it is also found in the graphic and performing arts. In satire, human or individual vices, follies, abuses, or shortcomings are held up to censure by means of ridicule, derision, burlesque, irony, or other methods, ideally with the intent to bring about improvement. Although satire is usually meant to be funny, the purpose of satire is not primarily humor in itself so much as an attack on something of which the author strongly disapproves, using the weapon of wit.
You really got to be a blockhead to enjoy satire - no really!
You really got to be a blockhead to enjoy satire - no really!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Human Influence Strategies
Such awesome and true lines from the bestseller by Stephen Covey -
"If I try to use human influence strategies and tactics of how to get other people to do what I want, to work better, to be more motivated, to like me and each other - while my character is fundamentally flawed, marked by duplicity and insincerity - then, in the long run, I cannot be successful. My duplicity will breed distrust, and everything I do - even using so-called good human relations techniques - will be perceived as manipulative. It simply makes no difference how good the rhetoric is or even how good the intentions are; if there is little or no trust, there is no foundation for permanent success. Only basic goodness gives life to technique"
Damn! Hard hitting!
"If I try to use human influence strategies and tactics of how to get other people to do what I want, to work better, to be more motivated, to like me and each other - while my character is fundamentally flawed, marked by duplicity and insincerity - then, in the long run, I cannot be successful. My duplicity will breed distrust, and everything I do - even using so-called good human relations techniques - will be perceived as manipulative. It simply makes no difference how good the rhetoric is or even how good the intentions are; if there is little or no trust, there is no foundation for permanent success. Only basic goodness gives life to technique"
Damn! Hard hitting!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
God complex
Beautiful monologue by Alec Baldwin in the movie Malice during a pre-trial deposition when he is accused of professional incompetence....
"I have an M.D. from Harvard. I am board certified in cardiothoracic medicine and trauma surgery. I have been awarded citations from seven different medical boards in New England, and I am never, ever sick at sea. So I ask you: When someone goes into that chapel and they fall on their knees and they pray to God that their wife doesn't miscarry, or that their daughter doesn't bleed to death, or that their mother doesn't suffer acute neural trauma from postoperative shock, who do you think they're praying to?
Now, go ahead and read your Bible, Dennis! And you go to your church, and, with any luck, you might win the annual raffle, but if you're looking for God, he was in operating room number two on November seventeenth, and he doesn't like to be second guessed.
You ask me if I have a God complex? Let me tell you something -- I AM God."
"I have an M.D. from Harvard. I am board certified in cardiothoracic medicine and trauma surgery. I have been awarded citations from seven different medical boards in New England, and I am never, ever sick at sea. So I ask you: When someone goes into that chapel and they fall on their knees and they pray to God that their wife doesn't miscarry, or that their daughter doesn't bleed to death, or that their mother doesn't suffer acute neural trauma from postoperative shock, who do you think they're praying to?
Now, go ahead and read your Bible, Dennis! And you go to your church, and, with any luck, you might win the annual raffle, but if you're looking for God, he was in operating room number two on November seventeenth, and he doesn't like to be second guessed.
You ask me if I have a God complex? Let me tell you something -- I AM God."
Monday, July 14, 2008
I've been delivered
Man, I used to listen to this song without giving too much thought to the lyrics. Damn, amazing lyrics. This guy is Bob Dylan's son for sure!!
I could break free from the
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin's hard as
Gettin' free from places
I've already been
I've been waist-deep
in the burnin' meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin' fire from the hose
Now turn off your lights
'cause I'm not comin' home
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin' slow
I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I've been the puppet
I've been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings
Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I'm through
But soon
I'll be delivered for the first time
You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn't matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You'll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I've been gone
I've been remembered
I've been alive
I've been a ghost
So now, if downtown explodes
I'll still be on this road
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I'd even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in
'Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin's hard
nothin's precious
and nothin's smooth or flawless
Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time
Now I'm ten miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea
Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin' up into yellow flames
And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
'cause I can't fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose
So just keep on letting go
'cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time
Now I'd rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed
Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I've been the bull
I've been the whip
I just pulled down the matador
So now, turn on your lights
'cause I'm comin' home
I've been delivered for the first time
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin's hard as
Gettin' free from places
I've already been
I've been waist-deep
in the burnin' meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin' fire from the hose
Now turn off your lights
'cause I'm not comin' home
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin' slow
I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I've been the puppet
I've been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings
Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I'm through
But soon
I'll be delivered for the first time
You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn't matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You'll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I've been gone
I've been remembered
I've been alive
I've been a ghost
So now, if downtown explodes
I'll still be on this road
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I'd even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in
'Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin's hard
nothin's precious
and nothin's smooth or flawless
Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time
Now I'm ten miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea
Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin' up into yellow flames
And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
'cause I can't fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose
So just keep on letting go
'cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time
Now I'd rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed
Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I've been the bull
I've been the whip
I just pulled down the matador
So now, turn on your lights
'cause I'm comin' home
I've been delivered for the first time
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Maiden Heaven
I came across this bit of news from my daily staple diet of Metal news - Headbanger's Blog. Brit metal mag Kerrang! is giving out a copy of the album - Maiden Heaven - A tribute to Iron Maiden with its next issue. Some cool metal bands have covered Iron Maiden songs and you can listen to some of them on the Kerrang! site. Check it out.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Working Class Hero
I just love this song and think its the best song that John Lennon had written. Bleeding irony and filled with angst!! Beautiful...Parts I love are in bold.
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Monday, April 28, 2008
Imagine
Me and Manu were discussing this amazing movie - "Once Upon A Time In The West" which stars Charles Bronson as Harmonica. Beautiful movie. It was followed only later by "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly". Love this movie and we are trying to get the soundtrack. Well, Manu has this to say and I totall agree!!
Imagine...
A big carpeted room with 2 split ACs (like Renie's Ngl room), a couple of bean bags, sitting on a monday afternoon when the whole world is working, sipping ice cold beer and watching western classics in a 42inch plasma TV with surround speakers....
Wouldnt that be something...
Imagine...
A big carpeted room with 2 split ACs (like Renie's Ngl room), a couple of bean bags, sitting on a monday afternoon when the whole world is working, sipping ice cold beer and watching western classics in a 42inch plasma TV with surround speakers....
Wouldnt that be something...
Monday, April 07, 2008
A Counter Culture of Courage
I read this article on Desicritics.org about a Madhavi Kapoor who wanted to sell her flat in Pune and found that her efforts were being thwarted because her buyer was a Muslim. You can read the whole article here.
From this article, I came to know about a poem by Martin Neimoller which goes thus :
They came first for the Communists and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a CommunistThen they came for the Jews and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew
Then they came for the Trade Unionists and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Trade Unionist
Then they came for the Catholics and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Catholic
Then they came for me and by that time, there was no one left to speak up!!
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