Monday, January 12, 2009

Confusing Poems about bad event, and one about some good guys

There is nothing that annoys me more than doom and gloom theories. The more vague the doom the more pissed I get. The peak of this upset comes from a French mystic by the name of Nostradamus. I’ve read up on this fellow and found that he must be one of the most depressed fellows that ever lived. All he does is talk and how in the future the world will be such a terrible place because a few good men will die, some towers will burn, and world wars will happen. While those are terrible things, his worlds were always interpreted after the event.

Nostradamus wrote some vague poems about how Hitler and Napoleon would attack Europe and Kennedy would get capped, but nobody figured it out until it was too late. Of course we all know that Kennedy died, Hitler happened, and Napoleon is an awesome three-flavored ice cream flavor that can please the whole family. But I want to hear some good news. Why couldn’t Nostradamus talk about a few good things? Pepper them in there to lift the spirits of future generations.

Even if a prophecy has to be about something seemingly depressing can’t we just have one prophecy that talks about love and peace? I love peace, and I hate war. War does nothing but give people one more delusion to worry about, one more human being to demonize, and one more separation between an American’s life and life of a man in the Middle East taking shelter from the bombs of people that look just like him. His culture may be different, but he isn’t trying to hurt a soul. He is only caught in the crossfire.

And if Nostradamus was such a prophet, why did he let others write additions to his prophecies? Some much was added on after his death, that I won’t accept that he had any real power other than a really negative world view. So I will add on to his vague poems with one happy story, just so that the world isn’t so gloomy to all that have heard that non-sense.

A working class hero will tell us of love.
A Ssar will play to the beat of his own drum.
A heartthrob will reject the angry glove.
And the quiet man will teach many how to hummmmm.