An obscure, nondescript piece of cinema (liberal usage of the word), causes people (who have no connection to that movie) to lose their lives. Today appropriate depiction has more value than human life! In the name of the Lord we kill and then ironically enough aspire to go to heaven! We follow some general guidelines as strict religious doctrines and forget why those guidelines were framed in the first place : SO THAT WE CAN BE GOOD HUMANS! Apparently, having abundant facial hair is the only true path to Nirvana!
I dedicate this song, by Scottish musician Clyde Fury ( actual name: Martin McCluskey), to all the dimwitted disaster causing nincompoops who are so quick to react without any thought, that they were probably products of premature ejaculation. As for the song, it is beautiful, lyrical and was not written for this situation in particular, but I felt it fits the scenario somewhat. Martin’s vocals are smoky, husky and sometimes remind me of David Bowie and sometimes of an older Roger Waters (Amused to Death anyone?). His style of music is folksy-bluesy-psychadelic and have a listen to one such track yourself:
If you like the song, visit his soundcloud page , give a few likes, spread the word and enjoy the free downloads (large file sizes though).