So if you see me, have some courtesy, sympathy and taste:

A Father’s Day essay on the world we’re leaving our children.
The truth is that the people we like to share the least with are our own children. “We do not inherit the Earth from our parents, we borrow it from our children,” the saying goes. Right now, though, we’ve borrowed the entire Earth, trashed much of it, and don’t plan to give back. Daddy, could we have our planet back now:

Sympathy For The Antecedent:
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and fate

I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moments of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
(who who, who who)

Tell me, baby.. tell me, sweetie, what’s my name?

Troubadours & Occasional
Pirates: Jagger,Richards

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