December 2025 brought another stupid tragedy, this one closer to home than the usual once-or-twice-a-week of the Formerly United States. The standard protocol kicks in: raise up the heroes, but do not speak the name of evil. But then we get, as usual, the “shocking” reactions, from the ones who can always be counted upon to make it all about themselves. Fruitbat’s Organisational Constant remains. So I finally got around to filking Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again, which I’ve wanted to do for years. You know the callback – it remains unchanged.
December 2025
The news is tragic but I comment all the same:
Why can’t you see it that the victims are to blame?
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
You light your candles in the memory of the slain
They’re made with fossil fuels, good god, just grow a brain!
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
Without a forum, I’ve got no place to vent.
Think I had friends once, not certain where they went…
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
I’ve got to make it clear, you people just don’t see:
No matter who just died, the spotlight’s meant for me
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
Are you ever gonna read my posts again?
[insert audience response]
[repeat until utterly disgusted]