Sunday, August 1, 2004
WAS IT FOR HIM?
I was going though some of my Pink Floyd songs yesterday that I haven't listened to in a while, and I came across one made me sit up and pay attention. Here's the lyrics to Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry


I swear the first thing to pop into my mind was Michael Moore.

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are.
If that's doesn't describe Moore to a tee, I don't know what does. Big pig man who's a fraud.

And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh

Moore likes to make us think he's the countries biggest patriot, but he contradicts that by his actions.

With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine

He'll dig anywhere, well, he'll have people dig for him, to find something to use in his movies. And when he can't find what he wants, he makes it up.

You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

He is almost funny, if he wasn't such a threat to the American people. His lies are treated as truth and that in turn puts us in danger to extremists who hate us.

If I didn't know this song wasn't written in '77 before Moore became known I'd swear it was written about him.

The Only Thing Necessary For Evil To Triumph
Is For Good Men To Do Nothing

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