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Previous William Thomas Sherman Info Page postings, quotes, observations, etc.


O.K., some of them are going a little slow on "Poison Ivy," but take my word for it, that song is not the easiest to sing in the world (let alone to sing right) even for a much younger person.


["The Coasters" -- a later incarnation of the band with Carl Gardner live, at "Little Darlin's," singing "Charlie Brown"] and ["The Coasters - Poison Ivy" -- the same plus one at a live and televised Doo Wop reunion.]


Sound familiar?

"The passage of the sun across the sky was not seen as part of the perpetual natural order but, in true Aztec fashion, as a constant battle. The battle, in this case was against the stars resistance. To keep up the fight, the sun (Huitzilopochtli-Tonatiuh) required to be fed with life itself, an essence to be found only in human blood. Hence, in practical terms, the working of the cosmos demanded continual offerings of blood, obtained by ritual killing.
"The Aztecs, indeed, in acting out these beliefs, became perhaps the leading practitioners of human 'sacrifice' of all time. And possibly the greatest of all Aztec ritual slaughters took place at the dedication of the great pyramid of Huitzopochtli and Tlaloc, in the center of Tenochtitlan, in 1487. On that occasion as many as twenty thousand victims may have rendered up their life spirit to the gods. Most of these, and most victims at any time, were captives taken in war. Only war could yield the needed supply of sacrificial blood. His conquest became part and parcel of the workings of the Aztec universe...
"...Rational design seems in a sense, too, at odds with Aztec mentality. These were an intensely religious people who were intensely aware of inhabiting a world crowded with bustling, fickle, often malevolent spirits. The great god Tezcatlipoca was archetypical: 'Smoking Mirror' was his name, and the fleetingness of vapors and of reflections in polished obsidian his protean nature. He was a creative force that gave children; but also a power that rejoiced to bring random, senseless destruction among humans."
~ Peter Bakewell, A History of Latin America, pp. 24-25.


He believes what at ghost (and or else a voice talking to him in his head, and that is seemingly religious in origin) tells him because he is easily frightened by such and cannot reason intelligently himself.

No one should be born that is or could not always be loved and properly cared for, be they a person or animal.

He lived, and as a direct result all these people and animals had to die.

They would dispense with honesty, logic, and logical cross-examination yet wants to raise children, save the economy, cure diseases, prevent global warming, etc.

"This entitles bearer to one massacre. Signed by my order, The Ghost."

He is much more like Nosferatu than a Washington Irving or Charles Dickens happy family sort -- something even he himself cannot deny. And yet he oversees what used to be family and childrn's movie and television programming.

Bad they hate and are outspoken against it, but otherwise insist that malevolent evil does not exist, or if it does refuse to discuss or allow it to be discussed.

It's a wonder anyone gets through this life, but then, come to think of it, no one does.

["Popol Vuh - Hüter der Schwelle"]


["The Seeds - Gypsy plays his drums" -- from "Raw and Alive" album.]


Ideas go forward, towards something. Otherwise there is no idea (there.)


["Gipsy Kings - Un Amor" -- Live in Washington]

(Lower the YT volume on this a bit to cut out some background distortion.)


Night and Day

Ants humble and unseen
Gather food from a mound
Of fresh leafy green;
While gnats astride the sun beam
Whirl in a dance
Like in a happy dream.

Yet when the lone crow,
On a wire perched,
Waits at close of eve,
Are his thoughts of tomorrow
Or of the day which he leaves?

A jet plane alight
Streams through the night
Far high above diamonds
On a bed of love,
Yet far below the stars
Glistening before dawn.

That dawn that wakes upon
Oranges, reds, pinks,
Purples and blues
Flowering forth in the day.
How together all blooms again!

And had you such joy?
Did your roses grow tall?
And when come night fall
Did not their memory
Look beautiful too?