From a West Indian friend, so I guess no one will be upset if I post it?
VAGINA KAYAK & PENIS PARADE
Yeah, that title got your attention, huh? We lived in Japan a couple times, once for 3 years, and developed a love/hate relationship with the place. (Probably mutual.) And these 2 pieces give you a sense of why:
JAPANESE POLICE ARREST WOMAN WHO MADE KAYAK MODELED FROM HER VAGINA – AGAIN

“A woman who 3-D printed her vagina and rendered it into a giant yellow Kayak, has been arrested — again — by Japanese police for allegedly trying to show people her “Pussy Boat.” (more here)
And yet, at the same time, the annual Kanamara Matsuri parade:

So, penises … okay.
Vaginas … not so much.
SAD TO SAY
Lyrics
SAD TO SAY
It seems at times we never learn
We light the fires and watch them burn
We feel the pain the victims feel
But flat deny the sex appeal
Of front-row seats to agony
That we keep tuning in to see
It’s sad to say we crave the fires
That satisfy our dark desires
It’s sad to say we bow our heads
To empty men on empty quests
Who steal the gold and buy the power
Then broadcast to us every hour
That everything will be just fine
As long as we just stay in line
So we don’t mind the things they do
As long as it’s not to me or you
It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn
It seems at times we worship gods
Who’d have us die for worthless causes
Text your friends and Tweet your list
About the sale you almost missed
Describe the prize that’s in your hands
But don’t admit you don’t understand
The emptiness that gnaws inside
You swore this one would satisfy
It seems at times we learn the most
When we’re down to our one last hope
One last chance to make things right
To bare your soul with all your might
Confess your crimes, confess your sins
Tell her what a fool you’ve been
Then wait for her to make the move
‘Cause you’ve made her the judge of you
It’s sad to say, it’s sad to say
Yeah it’s sad to say, so sad to say
That we don’t learn
We just don’t learn
No, we don’t learn
©2010 Van Clayton Powel
EMINEM 12 YEARS AGO – "LOSE YOURSELF"
Eminem singing “Lose Yourself”. From 2002. A bit of staying power? Unh huh!
SAND WARS – BRILLIANT DOCUMENTARY
After air and water, sand is the most used commodity in the world.

The world as we know it would stop functioning without it – no glass, no highways, no computer chips, no concrete buildings, etc. And due to greed and sand’s value, it is quickly disappearing.
I’d never even given it a thought previous to seeing a brilliant documentary film on Knowledge Network last night. More here:
George Carlin on War
The brilliant comedian/philosopher nails it again:
GANDHI ON WISDOM vs MONEY
Not sure of the source or accuracy of this anecdote, but it’s rich none the less.
When Mahatma Gandhi was studying law at the University College of London, a professor whose last name was Peters, disliked him intensely and always displayed animosity toward him.
Also, because Gandhi never lowered his head when addressing him as he expected, there were always “arguments” and confrontations.
One day, Mr. Peters was having lunch at the dining room of the University, and Gandhi came along with his tray and sat next to the professor.
The professor said,”Mr Gandhi, you do not understand. A pig and a bird do not sit together to eat.”
Gandhi looked at him as a parent would a rude child and calmly replied, “You do not worry professor. I’ll fly away,” and he went and sat at another table.
Mr. Peters, reddened with rage, decided to take revenge on the next test paper, but Gandhi responded brilliantly to all questions.
Mr. Peters, unhappy and frustrated, asked him the following question: “Mr Gandhi, if you were walking down the street and found a package, and within was a bag of wisdom and another bag with a lot of money, which one would you take?”
Without hesitating, Gandhi responded, “The one with the money, of course.”
Mr. Peters, smiling sarcastically said, “I, in your place, would have taken the wisdom.”
Gandhi shrugged indifferently and responded, “Each one takes what he doesn’t have.”
Mr. Peters, by this time was fit to be tied. So great was his anger that he wrote on Gandhi’s exam sheet the word “idiot” and gave it to Gandhi.
Gandhi took the exam sheet and sat down at his desk, trying very hard to remain calm while he contemplated his next move.
A few minutes later, Gandhi got up, went to the professor and said to him in a dignified but sarcastically polite tone, “Mr. Peters, you autographed the sheet, but you did not give me the grade.”
ALDOUS HUXLEY ON DEMOCRACY FROM 1958
Aldous Huxley’s view of the future (i.e. now) from 1958:

Source: http://anotherangryvoice.blogspot.ca/
“All the traditional names, all the hallowed slogans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial—but Democracy and freedom in a strictly Pickwickian sense. Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit. ”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited, published 1958
JUST COUNT YOUR COIN
JUST COUNT YOUR COIN
Lyrics
JUST COUNT YOUR COIN
We are the victims of your point of view
You think the world was put here just for you
You deal in cash and you manipulate
The devil helps you navigate
Sell your bombs, put your landmines under children’s feet
Cut the old growth forests down
Pump the oil into oceans, poison every creek
Don’t let your conscience rejoin, just count your coin
Find the island we call paradise
Build your house and say it’s mighty nice
Then one year later stand and make your speech
Announcing strip malls on the beach
Buy all the water, make us pay to take a drink
Claim all the seeds from Nature’s womb
Advertise to our children, tell them what to think
Don’t let your conscience rejoin, just count your coin
I remember times of innocence
When our minds were not for sale
Yes, I remember times of innocence
But we’ve let heaven go to hell, yes go to hell
Take a pill that says it’s time for sex
Take another ‘cause your life’s a mess
Be a victim of their point of view
Don’t stand up and shout, “Hey, you!”
“Take your bombs and shove them where the sun don’t shone
Leave those goddamn trees alone
You can have your piece but this world’s also mine
Stop acting like you were just born to count your coin”
I remember times of innocence
When our souls were not for sale
Yes, I remember times of innocence
But we’ve let heaven go to hell, yes go to hell
“Take your bombs and shove them where the sun don’t shone
Leave those goddamn trees alone
You can have your piece but this world’s also mine
Stop acting like you were just born to count your coin”
©2010 Van Clayton Powel
I DON'T SHINE

I DON’T SHINE *Pre-production mockup with Ken Pendergast. (Original unplugged version below)
Lyrics
I DON’T SHINE
We sit here at the table
Our lines drawn in the sand
No way to go forward
At least not hand-in-hand
We’ve been down every alleyway
We’ve chased down every lead
We gave it everything we’ve got
It’s time that I leave, ‘cause
I don’t shine
In your eyes anymore
No, I don’t shine
In your eyes anymore
A piece of our puzzle
Has fallen through the cracks
We fished on our hands and knees
But can’t get it back
It’s one of those mysteries
That we’ll never know
But somehow we recognize it’s time
To let it go, ‘cause
I don’t shine
In your eyes anymore
No, I don’t shine
In your eyes anymore
©2009 Van Clayton Powel
*Original unplugged version
