I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, September 10, 2010

Speaking of fires

One of the things lost in the whole hullabaloo is that Terry Jones was denied an open burn permit. So he's been looking for an excuse to not be cited (after all, saying, "Oh, we can't do this thing we so strongly believed in because of local zoning/fire regulations," isn't a good excuse, at least not for a fire and brimstone preacher). Damn stupid to flaunt to the whole world you're about to break the law. And understand, he won't be cited for burning a Koran, but cited for violating local fire regulations. It isn't enough to really worry about (normally a small fine), but not the attention he's really looking for as the fire department turns a hose onto his event (hopefully they would use foam). However, Terry's only claim to some intelligence is the ability to leave Germany before he was ridden out on a rail.

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