Conspiracy Of Bloody FOOLS

Birthday
By:
The Beatles

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too–yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party.

I would like you to dance–Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance–Birthday
Dance

You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too–yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

I never thought I would ever actually have a dream that came true hours later. But now I have. It’s freaky how well this parallels . . .

Anyway, it took place at Raritan, my old high school. I was there, and so were John, Paul, and Ringo. For some reason, George was the only one who had died. Well, I don’t remember many details, but something happened between John and Paul and they had an argument. They were really going at it, but I noticed Paul was being the more passive one, trying to calm things down and get things sorted out. John was the one who was upset and cursing and going off the handle.

At one point, in an attempt to pacify the atmosphere, Paul started playing Birthday, the song to the right.

I don’t really remember what else happened, except that I stayed with Paul and that he was depresed. John had stormed out before that and Paul and I were sitting on the steps in front of the school. I offered to go in and see what I could do to help patch things up and, (after getting Paul’s signature,) I did. I *think* I found John, but I’m not sure. I don’t remember much more, cuz I woke up around then.

I remember thinking later, though, when I was doing a run for Domino’s, that it was weird Paul sang Birthday. After all, any Beatle fan knows that John’s birthday is in October and Paul’s is in June. In ten days, actually.

Anyway, so that’s my dream. Now onto the bad part of today. You know how I’ve randomly written about the Strawberry Festival and how I wanted to be in it? Well, it sucks that no one can come to see me because this is gonna be my last year.

Heh . . . Ironic . . . That I made another revelation the same day I find out what I did about the Strawberry Festival.

Argh. Anyway, back on track. I went to work a bit earlier cuz John needed another driver. I got off around eight and I really didn’t want to call Rev. K., so I figured, okay, let me just drive over to his house. I did and I saw Sue, (who I haven’t seen in years,) and she said Rev. K. was at the prayer group at the church.

Luckily, (or so I thought,) he pulled into the driveway while she was telling me that. So I went up to the car and the first thing he says is, "Got lyrics for me?" Cuz the last thing that Ryan had heard from him is I need to give him the lyrics to the songs we’re doing. I said no, not yet, but I could get them and he tells me he has to see them first because "a lot of people were offended by your performance last year." I didn’t really show anything on my face or say anything besides, "Oh," at that. I offered to look up the lyrics online if they had a computer I could use, but no. He wants me to print them out and drop them off at the church tomorrow. And after he repeated the "you offended a lot of people" line, I got out of there, saying I’d bring the lyrics by tomorrow.

I pause here to say that most of the rest of this entry is going to be a rant. I know that there are at least a couple extremely religious people who note this diary. So if you read this, I hope you aren’t offended. I don’t think this about all religious people, just the stupid, hypocritical, idiotic ones. Nonetheless, read on and judge for yourself.

Now . . .WHAT THE FREAKIN’ BLOODY HELL????

I mean, excuse me, I wasn’t aware that SINGING was something that offended people! The entire thing just majorly pisses me off! I mean, when I asked if they had a computer I could use and I could find the lyrics online, I glanced from Rev. K. to his wife, and her expression just . . . I don’t know. Her expression just said, "She wants to come into our house? This blasphemous person?" I mean, she looked half-afraid, half-offended that I dared ask entry to their home.

I wanna know what the Hell people were offended by! I mean, I sang, with Joey, Bring Me To Life. Then, solo, I sang Goodbye to You, I’m With You, and A Moment Like This. I wanna know where they get off being offended by any of those lyrics! I mean, the closest thing I can think of is that the word "damn" is in I’m With You. Oh, dear, God!! Not the word "damn!" ::Wipes sarcasm off screen:: Damned idiots. They’ve probably said worse in the "security of their own homes."

Anyway, on to the new development in the story. Basically, this year, I wanted to sing Popular and once again, A Moment Like This. And Ryan and I were gonna sing Two of Us. Well, I had called him cuz he called me earlier and I said yeah, things were squared away for the festival, we got an early time, and I just needed to hand in the lyrics. But then about an hour later, I saw Ryan online and I had to talk to him. So I told him what Rev. K. had said to me. Ryan told me he didn’t think it was fair in the least and that Rev. K., or any of these "so many people" who were offended should have said something last year, instead of just before the festival this year.

Then we were talking about mistakes people make and stuff like that and how everyone makes judgments and I happened to say that I always liked and valued that he had always been honest with about things. He’d always told me how things were, straight out. He didn’t hide something if it was something I needed to know. He’d always address an issue.

After I said that, he told me, ‘well, speaking of

honesty . . .’ and tells me that he knew about what Rev. K. had said before I told him. I guess that when Ryan talked to him a day or two ago, something to that effect was said. And Ryan told Rev. K. that he should tell me this himself. Because as far as I gather, I think Rev. K. was hoping that Ryan would tell me.

Anyway, Ryan and I went back and forth for awhile on things, because frankly, I’m not gonna take this lying down. I still fully intended to give Rev. K. the lyrics and go through with singing, and then say something before I left. Basically to the effect of, "Because of some things that were said last year about my performance, this will be my last year singing. I think it’s contemptable that the supposed "Christians" who belong to this church feel the need to take away someone’s musical freedom like this."

But what it came down to with me and Ryan is this: I won’t go up there and perform and just say nothing. He won’t go up there and perform if I say something.

I hate that these STUPID and SELFISH IDIOTS who dare call themselves Christians are causing this sitaution! I mean, what the Hell??? What the Hell offended them in those songs?

The dream parallel is weird, though. I’m obviously John, being upset and whatnot over the entire thing, (and even Ryan admitted, rightfully upset,) and Ryan was Paul, the one trying to just smooth over and forget about the situation. And it explains why he sang "Birthday," too. Ryan’s and my birthday’s are only four days apart.

God . . . You know, if I’d done this song, I could understand it. ::Listening to Over the Hills and Far Away:: It’s a song about a man who’s arrested and unfairly sent to jail, but he won’t give up his location that night for an alibi because it turns out he was actually cheating on his best friend with his wife.

I just . . . I don’t freakin’ understand. I mean, you know what wouldn’t surprise me, in all honesty? I wouldn’t be surprised if only one person said that people were offended. And if it was something that was said extremely recently, by someone who, also only recently, became a deaconess. That’s right, the psycho-bitch herself, Jason’s mom. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she saw that I wanted to be in the festival this year and told some lie to Rev. K. to try and keep me out.

::Sighs:: I’ll write about my revelation some other night. I’m just so sick and tired of those supposed "christians" getting their way. I’m not gonna just sit back and do nothing about this. The only compromise I can think of is to sing with Ryan first. Then do my two and say my piece after that. I don’t know. At this point, I’m debating not even turning in the damn lyrics and just forgeting the entire thing.

I don’t know. I’ll think more on this tomorrow.

Oh, by the way, the title of this entry comes from a book I happened to see at Barnes and Noble, called Conspiracy of Fools. I felt it fitting.