“Run Away From All Your Boredom… Run Away From All Your Whoredom… And Wave… Your Worries And Cares… Goodbye…” (PLACEBO “Slave To The Wage” (2000))

“…All It Takes Is One Decision

A Lot Of Guts

A Little Vision To Wave

Your Worries And Cares

Goodbye. …”

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“…It’s A Maze

For Rats To Try

It’s A Maze

For Rats To Try

It’s A Race

A Race For Rats

A Race For Rats To Die

It’s A Race

A Race For Rats

A Race For Rats To Die. …”

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Well, My Peeps, What More Has To Be Said?

You Already Know I Have A Crush On The Band…

PLACEBO

…And I Likely Always Will.

And, It’s With Songs Such As This One…

SLAVE TO THE WAGE

…That They’ve Become More Endeared To Me As Time Passes.

SLAVE TO THE WAGE

…Is One Of My All-Time Favorite Jams, And I’m Happy To Be Sharing It With Y’all, Today.

The Lyrics Are Plenty Self-Explanatory.

Lord Knows We All Feel Like Rats In A Maze, At One Time Or Another, In Regard To Our Jobs/Activities/Vocations/etc etc.

Haven’t You?!

SURE YOU HAVE!!

I Think It’s Just Par For The Course, Ya Know?

SO…

…For Those Of You Stuck At Work, Today…

…THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO YOU!

Period.

I Hope You Enjoy It!

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So… I Was Informed Last Night That The Only Time I Ramblel Is When I’m Ill…

…And I Suppose I Can Agree With That.

I Do Tend To Ramble And Prattle-On When I Don’t Feel Great.

Sue Me.

My Bad.

BUT…

…Today Came Rather Early, My Peeps.

I Was Up And At ‘Em Before 3AM’ish.

I HATE Being Awake Whilst The World Sleeps.

Makes Me Feel Odd.

Makes Me Feel Like A Failure At Just One More Thing In Life.

Can’t Do Anything Else Right…

…So Why Should My Sleep/Wake-Cycle Be An Different.

I Remember Working “The Night Shift” While In The Navy.

I LOVED IT!

Of Course, My Hours Were Longer Than Everyone Else’s.

They All Worked 0700 To 1900 (7AM To 7PM).

I…

…Along With My Elder Namesake….

…Worked 1800 To 0900 (6PM To 9AM).

Talk About A Bummer Of  A Deal…

…Yet We Were Very VERY Willing To Work The Extra Hours.

You See…

…”The Night Shift” Had One Amazing Quality…

…NO SUPERVISORS.

NO BOSSES Standing Over My Shoulder…

…Criticizing Each And Every Thing I Did.

NO BOSSES To Tell Me What To Do…

…When To Do It…

…How To Do It…

…Etc Etc.

It Was Peaceful.

It Was Painless.

It Was Worth The 15-Hour Shifts.

Who Cares How Long You Work Whilst At Sea?!

EXACTLY, Mr Peeps!

Who Gives A Shit!?!

You Can’t Go Anywhere.

You’re Surrounded By The Sea…

…Or The Ocean…

…Or Wherever We Were At The Time.

I Had To Be There One-Hour Before Everyone Else Got Off Work So I Could Get The “Turn-Over” From My Fellow Journalist Shipmates.

And Then I Couldn’t Leave Until 9AM Because Of “Happy Hour” Which Meant We Had To Clean The Ship For An Hour Each Morning.

I Got Yelled-At Many A Time For Ducking-Out Early And Going To Bed.

No…

…I Was Not A Model Sailor.

I Was A Helluva Journalist…

…Just Not A Sailor.

I Think I’ve Discussed That Before, So I Won’t Go Into It.

I Just Remember Being Told And Told Over And Over Again…

Brad, You Do A Great Job At This And That, But You’re Not Being A Team-Player, Nor Are You Fulfilling Your Duties As A Sailor On-Board This Ship. Straighten-Up, Fly Right, Or Get Burned.

Or Something To That Effect.

And Boy Oh Boy Did They Ever Burn Me!

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Oh, Memories.

Why Must You Be So Vivid?!

Sheesh.

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This Is Turning Into A Ramble, Isn’t It?!

SEE!!

I Knew It Would.

I Could Ramble For Days-On-End About The Navy And My Experiences.

Slowly, But Surely, They All Come Back To Me.

They Float To The Surface, So To Speak.

In The End, I Came To Hate Hate HATE My Time In The Navy.

And That’s Sad To Me.

I LOVED The Navy.

I LOVED My Peers And Especially My Friends.

It Was My “Superiors” That Were Intolerable.

Little People Trying To Fill Big Shoes, Ya Know?!

People Whom Were Only In-Charged Because Of Their Time And Rank.

Had They Not Hated Me So Much…

…Honestly…

…I’d Likely Still Be In The Navy.

I Could Have Handled Anything Thrown At Me Had I Had Bosses Whom Were Worth A Shit.

But They Weren’t.

So I’m Not.

Plain And Simple.

ANYWAY…

…I Shall End This Ramble, Here.

Y’all Take Care, Please.

And Be Good When Possible.

I Know…

…It Ain’t Easy.

Hell…

…What In Life Ever Is?

Exactly, My Peeps, Exactly.

Have A Damned Decent Day, Kiddies.

I’m Going To Try Doing The Same.

PEACE, Y’all!!!

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“We Believe That If Men Have The Talent To Invent New Machines That Put Men Out Of Work…”

“…They Have The Talent To Put Those Same Men Back To Work.

JOHN F. KENNEDY

(19171963)

Our 35TH PRESIDENT Of The UNITED STATES Of AMERICA

He Would Serve As PRESIDENT From 1961 Until His Death In 1963