The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

So Loathsome I Could Cry #5

Henry Ford


swac said...

May I recommend the song Since Henry Ford Apologized to Me by the Happiness Boys?


May I recommend the exhibit at the Holocaust Museum featuring the first and most widely distributed English-language version of "the protocols of the elders of Zion", thanks to the Dearborn Independent, aka, the newspaper every American got for free (whether they wanted it or not) when they bought a Ford? And don't forget, his photo on Hitler's desk? Between Ford and Thomas Watson, American should be proud of their ingenuity in running such an effective initiative as the holocaust. I totally understand the uproar over insurance companies who, 200+ years ago, insured slaveowners for their property. But why no uproar over Ford and IBM? Anyone who cares about genocide should be just as outraged. whatever.