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King George W Bush
ANALYSIS: Jungian Perspective
The Madness of George W. Bush: A Reflection of Our Collective Psychosis
Bush’s sickness is our own.
by Paul Levy
Bush has a psycho-spiritual disease of the soul, a sickness that is endemic to our culture and symptomatic of the times
we live in. It’s an illness that's in the soul of all of humanity.
George W. Bush is ill. He has a psycho-spiritual disease of the soul, a sickness that is endemic to our culture and symptomatic
of the times we live in. It’s an illness that has been with us since time immemorial. Because it’s an illness
that's in the soul of all of humanity, it pervades the field and is in all of us in potential at any moment, which makes it
especially hard to diagnose. GO TO ARTICLE<<<
Then it all crashes down, and you break your crown.
And you point your finger,
but there's no one around.
"King Nothing"
Metallica
(Hetfield / Ulrich / Hammett)
Wish I may, wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are
you satisfied?
Dig for gold, dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All
the things you've chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's
no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And you're left with just a
name
Where's your crown,
King Nothing?
Where's your crown?
Hot and cold, bought and sold
A heart as
hard as gold
Are you satisfied?
Wish I might, wish I may
You wish your life away
Are you pacified?
All
the wants you waste
All the things you've chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you
point your finger
But there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And
you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have
this wish I wish tonight
I want that star, I want it now
I want it all and I don't care how
Careful what you
wish
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish, you may regret it
Careful what you wish, you just might get it
Then
it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around
Just want one
thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And you're left with just a name
Where's your crown,
King Nothing?
Nothing
You're just nothing
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
You're just nothing
Absolutely
nothing
Off to never-never land
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