…the dead man on the beach…

Rode around playing "Killing an Arab" by the Cure on Wednesday in honor of September 11th, and advertised this action to friends.  Heinous of me, eh?
 
I like having friends who can take a politically incorrect joke.  In fact, circumstance usually dictates that I can only have friends who despise political correctness and can think for themselves about political and social matters, instead of just towing any party line, like most folk do.
 
For years after September 11th, a lot of the radio stations around here had this song banned (and some still do to this day), which is entirely ignorant, because the song is not about hatred of arabs, nor hatred at all.  It’s based on the novel The Stranger by Albert Camus.  The main character, Meursault, walks around experiencing life with no emotion at all, even when killing the arab man.  Hatred is not even a motive of the character’s, so for people to associate this song with hatred at all is absurd.  
 
 
It’s kind of funny how people promoting tolerance so vigorously can lead to such blind intolerance.

"I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same-
Absolutely nothing

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an arab"