> > Ah, OK. He sent the same thing out last night > > as an email to "undisclosed recipients," including > > a second URL that he titled, bizarrely, "MP3 > > version...Dedicated to Judith and Jack Stein." > > I got the same email. > > > As a matter of policy, I don't click on URLs in > > unsolicited emails, and especially not Tiny or > > Snip URLs (these were both SnipURLs) with no hint > > of where or what they're links *to*. So I'm none > > the wiser. > > They're links to audio files on Vaj's mac.com site. It's > some kind of screechy orchestral Broadway/showtune piece > that immediately made my flesh crawl, so I shut it off.
Uh...could there be a possibility that you guys are doing a little PROJECTING of your existing dislike of and distrust of Vaj? It's a fairly famous song by Leonard Cohen. This version seems to be by Rufus Wainright, but the best version I know of is the one by Don Henley, on the Cohen tribute album "Tower of Song." I don't know why Vaj sent it out, but the words go something like this: Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich Thats how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that youve been faithful Ah give or take a night or two Everybody knows youve been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that its now or never Everybody knows that its me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when youve done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old black joes still pickin cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the plague is coming Everybody knows that its moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But theres gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that youre in trouble Everybody knows what youve been through >From the bloody cross on top of calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows its coming apart Take one last look at this sacred heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Thats how it goes Everybody knows As for talk of viruses and the other deep, dark suspicions raised here, I would suspect that they speak for themselves, n'est-ce pas? Someone tried to share a song with the group, and what a few paranoid people heard instead was the sound of their own internal terror, projected outwards.
