Sunday, 24 January 2010

It's Sunday, Let's Go to Church


Not for the religious.

A few short clips from my Youtube favourites, includes a little music.



Well we can't have church without organ music.



Nice.



Humour, Lyrics at the bottom of the page.



Only in America.



Let's go to church with Lil Markie, a much watch through. Something else! and definitely only in America.



Six minutes forty three of child abuse.



The inimitable Bill hicks on Dinosaurs.




No intro necessary.



These people are allowed a vote! make sure you catch the second guy.



Purity Balls explained in three minutes.



Bill Maher on purity balls.



Three minutes of blasphemy from Theo Van Gogh, murdered by a follower of the religion of peace.



Christie Moore The Magdalene Laundry.



Cute kid talks sense.




The anthem of West Cork. The Fields of Athenry.




I have some longer stuff on these guys, I saved it as a social history piece, not a piss take.



Tony Blair gets a mention here.



Maher at his best.



The ubiquitous Pat Condell talks on the film Fitna and Islam.



Pat Condell has his own Youtube channel.



English plod get owned.



Life in the Bible belt for a schoolgirl atheist.



You would be forgiven if you thought this guy was taking the piss, but he ain't.



The Button Pusher

I am the man, the well-fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it
It's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not
There'll be nobody left but me

I sit at my desk in Washington
In charge of this great machine
More vicious than Adolf Hitler
More deadly than strychnine
And in the evening after a tiring day
Just to give myself a laugh
I hit the button a playful belt
And I listen for the blast

I am the man, the well-fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it
It's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not
There'll be nobody left but me

If Brezjnev starts his nonsense
And makes a nasty smell
With a wink and a nod from Nixon
I'll blast them all to hell
And as for that fellow Castro
Him with the sugar cane
He needn't hide behind his whiskers
I'll get him just the same

I am the man, the well-fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it
It's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not
There'll be nobody left but me

If me wife denies my conjucular rights
Or me breakfast milk is sour
From eight to nine in the morning
You're in for a nervous hour
The button being so terribly close
It's really a dreadful joke
A bump of my ass as I go past
And we'll all go up in smoke

I am the man, the well-fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it
It's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not
There'll be nobody left but me

Now I'm thinking of joining the army
The army that bans the bomb
We'll take up a large collection
And I'll donate my thumb
For without it I am helpless
And that's the way to be
You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot
To make the people free

I am the man, the well-fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it
It's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not
There'll be nobody left but me