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…and there shall be one Bob Dylan song to fit them all

As commenter Jane Hamsher points out, the Big Trunk only has one Bob Dylan song on his iPod and he keeps playing it over and over.

Today:

In “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll,” Bob Dylan expressed the righteous anger of a witness to justice gone awry. Dylan’s damning refrain has wide application:

You who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

Following the last verse that recites the ultimate miscarriage of justice, Dylan changes the chorus:

You who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears.

Terri Schiavo, RIP.

Back in January:

Democratic Senators are now using their constitutional powers to demoralize and humiliate Alberto Gonzales in the service of lies that can have no effect other than service to the enemies of the United States. At roughly the same time, California Senator Barbara Boxer turns on the tears as she objects to the certification of Ohio’s electoral votes (story photo and slideshow available here) in the service of another set of lies that have equally destructive purposes. Bob Dylan captures the Boxer phenomenon perfectly in “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll”:

You who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

Yeah Trunk, we get it. You know some Dylan lyrics. Impressive. And we gotta give you credit for at least reading the lyrics this time unlike last time when you used a song about a servant being beaten to death to defend torture “thumbs-up!” guy Alberto Gonzales in a post of such dumbfuckery that dumbfucks everywhere stand before it dumbfounded.

Here. Try another song:

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God’s on your side.

In a many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as Hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war.

Don’t let the cognitive dissonance hit you in your slack white ass.

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