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Pope Francis – Time’s Person of the Year

Pope Francis was named Time’s Person of the Year for 2013. Since his election, Pope Francis has taken steps to incorporate progressive ideas (his attitude toward the gay community for example) into the drooling great-grandparent that is the Catholic church, in an effort to regain a comparatively more liberal population’s attention. Though the tradition, which began in 1927, has produced its share of duds, Pope Francis, a respectable choice, reveals the mindset of the world population – if the head of the most dug-in, conservative institution is opting to unclench and consider alternative sects, the population as a whole must be moving into a more accepting future.

via BBC

Rolling Stones – Sweet Virginia Lyrics

Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there’s not a friend to help you through
Try to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine, california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, Ive got the desert in my toenail
And hid the speed inside my shoe

But, come on, come on down Sweet Virginia
Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on, come on down, you got it in you
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

Rolling Stones – Dead Flowers Lyrics

Well, when you’re sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well, I hope you won’t see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead floers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
Well, when you’re sitting back
In your hot pink Cadillac
Making bets on Ketucky Derby Day
I’ll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won’t forget to put roses on your grave