A Time to Kill

Hey kids, here’s a fun news item:

WICHITA, Kan.Dr. George Tiller, one of the nation’s few providers of late-term abortions despite decades of protests and attacks, was shot and killed by an anti-abotion activist Sunday in a church where he was serving as an usher.

Hey Now! You can’t make this kind of comedy gold up, people! Let’s read that again: An anti-abortion activist decides to take out ol Doc Tiller while he was at Church! (or Tiller the baby Killer, as Bill O’Reily liked to call him—what what? Tillah the Killah? O’Reily’s like fuckin’ Ludacris over there at Fox, eh? I gotsta tune in more often!)

Lemme get a hollah from my niggahs on the Wesside!

Lemme get a hollah from my niggahs on the Wesside!

Heh. These guys are so Pro Life they decide to kill someone? That’s like roaming a dark park in Bristol at 4 am and buying all the crack a Jamaican dealer has on him, just so you can “keep it off the street, for the kids’ sake”!

Under hypnosis, Alf was able to remember certain details of the traumatic night...

Under hypnosis, Alf was able to remember certain details of the traumatic night...

Now, far be it for your ol pals at CH3 to take any political sides, though if you are anti-abortion fanatic intent on harming or shaming others with a different opinion yer a fuckin moron.

We actually visited this topic quite a while ago, in a snappy little track we call A Time to Kill. Let’s take a listen:

A Time to Kill

I got Time on my hands
That Time is red I understand
I’ve lost the chance to hesitate
I deal cards like awful fate

All the voices tend to get so loud
The riotous voices of a murderous crowd
To turn away, that would be my sin
I’l never give up, they’ll never win

The endless war that I’ve begun
Spreads like a black spot on a lung
I act alone, that’s understood
I speak for all that’s true and good

To stand for life means there’ll be no Choice
Sometimes you kill to extinguish a voice
To turn away, that would be my sin
I’l never surrender, they’ll never win

The end of my innocence, Lies loaded on the floor
So many children die, I never noticed that before
Come back to me, my innocence, I will not turn away
Salvation’s never cheap, I will not fade away

I act upon God’s will
I aim for endless thrill
This is my time to kill….

So what ya wanna do when dealing with these type of heavy black lyrics is to throw ’em right on top of a peppy Foo-Fighters track and there ya go! Social commentary without the gritty aftertaste!! Enjoy!

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~ by CH3 on June 3, 2009.

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