Bob Marley: More Crying About Poors In The Ghetto BS

Again it is time for some not so great music by a legendary artist, this time from Bob Marley. Again, Lying Lester dedicates this tune to the lIberal pRogressives, as this is the sort of tripe they surely enjoy. Bob Marley may have been a great artist, but this piece of rubbish is a definite misfire in Lying Lester's book.

Another song about worthless Poors living in ghettos? Just as Lying Lester rejected the notion in regards to the Elvis Presley tune, I reject it again when it comes from Mr. Marley's misinformed lips! What about personal responsibility and hard work?

According to an article I found titled "Top 10 Most Politically Significant Bob Marley Songs", the song "Concrete Jungle" (#9 on the list) "represents the struggle of the urban poor in the third world. Though the song refers to Arnett Gardens, a garrison in Jamaica, it could represent the poverty and tension found in any ghetto".

OK, so Bob isn't singing about a ghetto in the US, a country where ANYONE can get ahead IF ONLY they work hard. He was singing about ghettos in the 3rd world. As we all know, many countries in the 3rd world suffer under oppressive governments. Still, the description for this song says "it could represent the poverty and tension found in any ghetto". And Lying Lester has a big problem with that.

Worse yet, Bob Marley (of course!) blames the White man for the poverty of dark-skinned Poors (see below). Shame.

What follows are a few excepts from the dishonest Marley-penned tune followed by a response from yours truly (Lyrics from this website)...

Lyrics from "Concrete Jungle" by Bob Marley (with commentary by Lying Lester).

Bob Marley: No chains around my feet. But I'm not free. I know I am bounded in captivity; oh now...

Lying Lester: Depends what type of "chains" you're referring to. Regarding residents of US "concrete jungle", I'd say those people DO have chains on their feet... the chains of entitlement "gifts" that incentivize people to not work. Lying Lester says throw off those chains and provide for yourself via hard work. Only then will you truly be free.

Bob Marley: (Never known) Never known (what happiness is) what happiness is; (Never known) I've never known (what sweet caress is) what sweet caress is yeah. Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown; (oooh-oooh-oooh) Oh someone help me 'cause I (sweet life) - I've got to pick myself from off the ground.

Lying Lester: Perhaps this person Mr. Marley is singing with the voice of has never known happiness because he's a lazy welfare loafer. Providing for yourself gives one a sense of accomplishment which is the ONLY way to achieve true happiness. As for the line about picking himself off the ground... well, THAT sounds like a good idea to Lying Lester. Surely you should not expect gOvernment to do it.

And, Lying Lester MUST add that the gOvernment does it (picks people off the ground... or ATTEMPTS to) by stealing from Makers like Lying Lester... something Lying Leser does NOT appreciate! Get a job you bum!

But is that what Mr. Marley is referring to... that the residents of the concrete jungle should pick themselves up? Given that Marley believed that povery could be blamed on "oppression caused by the western world and the White man", Lying Lester is thinking NO.

Instead Bob chooses to blame the problem of the Poors (being poor) on others instead of on their own failings. Shame on Mr. Marley. Still, this does not mean that Lying Lester cannot enjoy the songs of Mr. Marley in which he does not place blame where it does not belong (something lIberal pRogressives are NOTORIOUS for doing).

Now, Bob Marley might not appreciate that Lying Lester enjoys (some) of his music given that Lying Lester STRONGLY disagrees with his political views, but about this Lying Lester does not give a shit. Fact is, such a notion makes Lying Lester laugh. Laugh AT Mr. Marley, that is. In any case this Marley fellow is dead, and Lying Lester is alive, so what he THOUGHT about anything does not much matter anymore.

Byline: This blog post was authored by Lord Lying Lester: Man of Reason (AKA Lester Nation). Purveyor of untruth. LLIN-078.

Elvis Presley Ignorance: In the Ghetto

Always an avid Elvis Presley fan, I can say there are many many songs that merit recognition for their unique creative presentation and feeling. However, there is one tune that, at least in this critic's view ranks at the very bottom. The worst of Elvis, this one qualifies as one of the lesser hits by the legendary artist.

Lying Lester dedicates this dumb ditty to the lIberal pRogressives, as it is the sort of tripe they surely enjoy. Despite Lying Lester enjoying Rock-n-Roll, this is one song I give a big thumbs down to. Yes, Elvis Presley absolutely was a great artist, but this piece of rubbish is a definite misfire in Lying Lester's book. A song about how a worthless Poor is "doomed" to repeat the cycle of poverty? Lying Lester REJECTS the notion! How about trying hard work?

Yeah, I know, lIberal pRogressives don't believe in it! THAT is why the person being sung about can't escape the ghetto! At least Mr. Presley did not write this dishonest tune. WHY he chose to sing it is anyone's guess. Ayn Rand forbid he subscribed to the lIberal pRogressive ideology.

Lying Lester thinks he may very well have, given his acquiesce to singing and recording this terrible propagandist melody. Oh well... Lying Lester can still enjoy other Elvis songs, as "the King" only rarely spewed lEftist pRopaganda. In fact, many of his numbers are quite good, this one being the rare one that is exceptionally bad.

Byline: This post was written by Lord Lying Lester: Man of Reason (AKA Lester Nation). Purveyor of untruth. LLIN-074.

Lying Lester's Mother Told Him: You've Got to Shop Around

When Lying Lester was just a lad of 17 (in 1971), his mother told him he had to shop around. Just like in the 1960 song performed by the Negro singing group The Miracles - Lying Lester's mother gave her grown son advice about how to find a woman worthy of being a girlfriend or wife.

Seems that mom recognized that her prized precocious child was now a Man, and an extremely masculine Man at that. Dear old mom cautioned young Lester against accepting just any woman as a girlfriend or wife. No, an ordinary female would not do. She needed to be a 10 in the looks department with at least a B cup.

And, not only only did she need to have supermodel looks, but she needed a brain to match. Now, mom strongly cautioned Lester from hooking up with a woman who was smarter than him (as unlikely a possibility that may have been), but neither would her son be satisfied with a dolt, as Lying Lester has little patience for idiots - or even those with an average intelligence.

Of course it goes without saying that the future Mrs. Nation would also need to be good in bed and willing to do ANYTHING to please her mate. And, while, given the impressiveness of Lester's manhood, ANY woman would want to get with him... still, not just any woman would do. Lester's mother, being his mother, had seen his equipment and knew just how impressive it was. Even though the last time she had seen it was when he was a small child (you perverts).

So Lying Lester did not have any problem bedding hot women who were 10s in terms of appearance (nor does he today). But intellectually they were always lacking, and, after Lester had his way with them, he kicked them to the curb.

Eventually Lying Lester came to the realization that he should never marry, given his level of success and super manliness, he never could trust that a woman was not just interested in him for his body or his money.

That was, until I met HER. Lying Lester married her, had a son with her (that he named after himself, of course) and then divorced. Lying Lester really did try to make it work, but I should have realized that such an endeavor was doomed to fail.

And, wisely, Lying Lester did have his wife-to-be (at the time) sign a prenup, so Lying Lester wasn't on the hook for alimony or any splitting of assets (which were kept separate). Although I did willingly contribute something to the raising of my son. A thing I did happily.

Why? Because it was always a dream of mine to have a son to carry on the family name. Fortunately the junior Lester turned out to be a winner just like his dad. If not I'd have had to kick him to the curb, disown him, and try again.

Now that Lying Lester is a (divorced) free man, he can have sexual relations with as many women as he pleases. In a prior post I said I might go to the rEpublican national convention and hire some hookers, but that was a joke.

Usually, when I see a beautiful woman that I'd like to sex up, I simply point at her and say "you". Then we go back to her place and bone. And I leave as soon as we're finished... without telling her my name or where I live, I might add. And the woman (usually) never complains; realizing that one night with me is far more than she deserves.

Yes, there have been women who have begged for Lying Lester to lay them down and make sweet, amazing love to them for a second time, but Lying Lester usually refuses. Those are the ones he leaves crying (not that I feel the least bit guilty, mind you).

And this is the same advice that I've given my son, the fourth Lester in a line of super-intelligent manly Men. Shop around. Spread your seed, but use protection. And, when it comes time to propagate the family line, marry the woman (Nations do NOT father bastards). But be sure to get her to sign a prenup.

BTW, Lying Lester's mom never told him there was some things that he did not understand. Mom knew her son understood it all. Also, when I said that I refuse a woman who requests another boning, I meant on another day. In one session Lying Lester has boned the same woman dozens of times. Or the same womEn, depending on how many partners I've agreed to satisfy at once.

Byline: This Manly commentary was authored by Lord Lying Lester: Man of Reason (AKA Lester Nation). Purveyor of Manliness. LLIN-069.