City of Legends

 Within hours after successfully winning a rigged election that included the kidnapping and murder of supporters for this opponent and forced voting, Robert Mugabe has declared himself the winner in Zimbabwe and sent out the inaugural invitations (I bet they were pre-printed).

The world retches and, except for our concern for those who are directly and indirectly impacted by this thug and his pathetic regime, laughs at a comical figure of twisted and perverse evil, trying so hard to be a third-rate Hitler or Idi Amin.

He’s more sad, like a mad dog who you know is going to die soon, swallowing its own bile, but you still are concerned for the damage it may do to innocents around it.

I was pondering the final tracks for Evangelist last night when I stumbled through my drafts folder and hit a minor miracle.

It was called Kitabu, which is Swahili for "book" or "story". The original draft is unusable as my collaborator on it has absented themselves from the project and I am neither a thief nor a presumptive (vampire etiquette, remember).

But, in light of the abomination of Robert Mugabe and the fact that, although already socially attuned to that region, the past several months have personalized the chaos and dread, violence and deprivations of the African continent, often visited or magnified by the evil of corrupt men heading corrupt regimes, I decided I need to make a stand.

As such (heh heh) I will be preparing a final track for the Evangelist CD, entitled Kitabu, which will be a protest song about the corruption of the Mugabe regime and the moral cowardice of the West, which has been a silent partner to murder, rape and madness. I have stripped it down to my original words, and am writing additional stanzas, while enhancing the music, which was solely mine to begin with.

I will release it to the web sometime next week, and ask that those who can and will distribute it by whatever means they can.