I know I give this guy a lot of flak in the pages of this blog [cognitive dissonance much, copywriter?] and playing the grouch isn’t one of my most appealing of characteristics – but questions like these keep the radical coals burning:
If you were Jeff Bezos, with a net worth predicted at over $150 billion, why wouldn’t you cure cancer?
Nb. Not that any one wants to give Amazon any more of a messiah complex, but still…
That’s not actually the line. But it’s what a cheap C45 cassette sounded like, back by the time I caught a hold of it. It’s apt, because it’s a line that summed up that spirit for me: Searching, confused, angry, vulnerable.
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Or Cétshamhain in Irish Gaelic; Calon Mai in Cymraeg; and May Day for everyone.
PS. Keen-eyed friends will notice that the above is a homage to the Walter Crane classic, updated by EntangledRoots Press for the 21stC.