Hecate is queen of the crossroads
But this is what they used to look like
The basic shape is that of a Y
And there is a triangular patch
Where you can set up a gibbet and hang someone
And leave the body until it rots
Or dig a grave to bury a suicide
Who is not permitted to be buried in a churchyard.
The Y shape and the triangular patch
Give the crossroads their strong feminine power
Like this full breasted example of Hecate's brood
I'd like to believe that Eve was a redhead…
Dr. Evil owner of Starbucks
Who include poison in every product
Because they are controlled by the Eugenics clan
10-15% reduction in population per epidemic
How lovely
And how loving!
I don't have to tell you things are bad.
Everybody knows things are bad.
It's a depression.
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job.
The dollar buys a nickel's worth,
banks are going bust,
shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter.
Punks are running wild in the street
and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do,
and there's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe
and our food is unfit to eat,
and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster
tells us that today we had fifteen homicides
and sixty-three violent crimes,
as if that's the way it's supposed to be.
We know things are bad -
worse than bad.
They're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy,
so we don't go out anymore.
We sit in the house,
and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller,
and all we say is,
'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials
and I won't say anything.
Just leave us alone.'
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone.
I want you to get mad!
I don't want you to protest.
I don't want you to riot -
I don't want you to write to your congressman
because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write.
I don't know what to do about the depression
and the inflation
and the Russians
and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say,
'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!'
So I want you to get up now.
I want all of you to get up out of your chairs.
I want you to get up right now and go to the window.
Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!'
I want you to get up right now,
sit up,
go to your windows,
open them and stick your head out and yell -
'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!'
Things have got to change.
But first, you've gotta get mad!…
You've got to say,
'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!'
Then we'll figure out what to do
about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis.
But first get up out of your chairs,
open the window, stick your head out, and yell,
and say it:
"I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"