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Small people should never get angry


"Do not underestimate the emotionalism and the frustration and the anger of people in the Gulf uncertain of their financial future," [Obama's Oil FAIL paymaster] Kenneth Feinberg told interviewers. "It's very pronounced. I witnessed it firsthand last week."

Ah, "emotionalism." You know what working people are, especially when their livelihoods are destroyed.

Like little children. Emotional. As for me, I've always enjoyed the music of Psalm 58 (modulo the obvious limitations of that cultural context, especially the sexism; I'm quoting it all anyhow because it's so vivid):

Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?

Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.

The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.

Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;

Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.

Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.

Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.

As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.

Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.

Not exactly NV, but there we are. The demand for justice so often begins in anger. And no wonder Versailles is so concerned to delegitimize any expression of anger: That might lead to demands for accountability and transparency!

NOTE "Small people."

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Submitted by gob on

by the redoubtable Isaac Watts, found in the Sacred Harp:

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.

But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

Take that, you wicked ones!

(It's even better with with Daniel Read's fantastic music)

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Submitted by letsgetitdone on

to be referred to as "Small People," "Little People," and "Lesser People" within the space of a few days? How can we ever thank those eloquent BPers along with the senile Alan Simpson.