"Tonight's Word: Sunday Bloody Sunday" - Heisenberg

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 11:43 AM EST on January 23, 2017

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street.
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Oh, let's go.

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality.
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday.. -U2

That brings us to tonight's word: SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY

This post is not a rebel post.

This post is a hippie call to arms. This post is flower power and the Marines having a baby.

It appears that we can't shake the trolls that crawl among us. So it's time to put a little military marching band drumbeat in our step. You can be an army and still fight for peace (who'd thunk?) And truth. And goodness. Just get your timing down and listen to that snare drum and let your feet take you where you need to go. Get on your boots. Hup two.

Dear troll. I hope at least you get a few bucks for wasting your time here on DC. Because if you're doing this to feel needed and wanted, well that's a whole other ball of wax isn't it? The only contribution you seem to bring to the table is debunking. Taking someone else's intelligent argument and throwing darts at it. How original. You've become a debunking troll. Your mother must be so proud. Seeing the world by candlelight.

I'm reminded of those that we're called upon to fight for the IRA against the Brits. Lost souls unhappy with themselves, no direction, no inspiration. Desperately needing a war to fight. They were always at war in their heads but now they needed a target. Something they could lay their hands on. And they were given the British army.

Now I'm sure the British army or the British rulers did not make it easy on the Irish. And I'm sure it was all too easy for some to pick up an Armorlite rifle. All too easy to start bombing pubs full of civilians. They had been waging war in their head for so long it was easy get to the next level. the blood had been on the wall for years. And it seems so easy for you now, doesn't it?

Do you take Yosef's words as a personal slap in the face? Does it make you feel alive? Does it finally give you a reason to get out of bed in the morning? Do you finally have your British army?

I think most of us here have chosen sides. Most of us are at peace and waiting patiently. We are a peaceful army and brother we got the numbers here. Your numbers however are starting to dwindle. And no matter how loudly you scream your battle cry, they're starting to fall more and more on deaf ears. To put it simply, you need a new schtick. You need a new cause. You need a new you. Because debunking trolls don't get the glory. No one writes stories about debunking trolls. And debunking trolls for sure don't make friends with the ladies. So why?

I read your Twitter response to Gerry when he spoke out against Yosef (which time right? Up top?). By the way his shtick is getting old as well hence I don't follow him anymore. Cowboys this, Bluemoon that, Yosef bad, fire bad..etc. etc. What struck me as sad is that you were reaching out to him through a common thread of anti-Yosefism (that's a mouthful). Trying to find another soul who could share your pain. Did he ever respond? I'm willing to bet a steak dinner he did not. You were just another Twitter follower to him. Was that yet another slap in the face? Was that yet another hill you lost in the battle raging in your head? (Yosef strikes again, right?) Did you find someone else to join your army? I doubt it, because there's no glory for that army. All those seasick sailors are rowing home. Empty-handed army it's all going home.

"So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace.
And you never felt wanted
Till you'd someone slap your face.
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away."

You may continue with your pub bombing as it's a free country with doors wide open. But I'm here to tell you, no one here will join your cause. No one here will march to your drumbeat. You are one soldier standing alone. Unless you choose to crossover and join us. But you've been doing this act quite a while and those that are raised by wolves don't become sheep overnight. Do they?

How long will you sing this song? How far do you have to go to find your Sunday Bloody Sunday?

And that's the word

Heisenberg

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