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“You kill em all, I'll sort em out!”
Bhagavad-gita aka The Song of God aka East Side Story, is a fifty centuries old East Indian Sanskrit Epic that has the divine Incarnation of the age, Lord Harold the 8th, mixed up in an argument between five good brothers, who moronically gambled away their wife and wealth, v/s one-hundred evil cousins, who tricked them fair-n-square, all ready to fight over ownership of a “point of a needle of dirt”. Before the battle began Lord Harold laid a radical rap-song on his friend, Juna[Citation not needed at all; thank you very much] a partial translation of which is given below.
This Song of God translation is preceded with an introduction by retired Banzai Pipeline surfing master, Jerry Lopez:
edit Introduction by Jerry Lopez
About a-gazillion years ago, there was this radical prince dude named Juna. Even he never surfed Pipeline or Jaws, still he got this big kahuna reputation coz he could shoot the eye of a fish, which is a lot smaller than the eye of a wave, man.
He was a mate with his bud, Lord Harold, a former cowherd-turned-playboy-turned-political advisor, who's, like, mega-cool and actually, at least GOD! Harold was such a bummer on the "man" that He was locked-up even before birth, resulting in His being born in the can. But He immediately busted-out and wasted the ass-hole king, who was his uncle, or somethin'. And He earned his 007 title, which He just friggin' loved - it was the perfect deal: Lord Harold was eternally invincible but He could kill anyone with a mere thought. Awesome! Later Harold got older so He lived on the beach and spent most of His later-life surfing with Juna. Harold used a 'Phil Edwards' 9.6 Classic. Which is pretty bitchin' considerin' that came 5000 years later. But, whatever.
Everything was totally cool until Juna and his non-surfing kook bros, the Pandas, got ripped-off by those dirt-bag Kurus, who were sons of that old blind king dude, who was kinda Juna's uncle 'cause of some family BS. Anyway, these Kuru cats were headed by jerk-in-chief named Duryo - who's like a friggin' greaser! Shit! Dude's probably never even SEEN the ocean. So this all leads up to a mega rumble. Like a Vedic "West Side Story" or East Side Story, but here the Sharks and the Jets are the Kurus - BAD GUYS, and the Pandas, Juna's gang - GOOD GUYS. And they're gonna have this gnarly gang-fight over ownership of a "point-of-a-needle of earth." The way I figure, since Harold was cool enough that He was a surfer and lived on the beach, so it was probably a "grain of sand" instead of some inland 'kook' dirt.
Just before they start to seriously kick some ass, Juna hits up Harold to drive his ride over to go check out the scene. Man, everywhere he looked it was, like, all some kinda family ties. So Juna got bummed! He told Harold, "Screw this, Man! I quit!"
Harold's like, "Dude!?!"
But Juna is seriously zoned and feeling bummed-out. He figures it's better off if he splits to the Himalayas and lives in a cave, like Bin Laden and his sidekick, the peg-legged doctor named Jihad.
Finally Juna is, like, totally out-of-it, and he looks at Harold and says, "Dude, it's YOUR call!"
So Harold kinda grins, "Man, you're really on-the-rag! I'm listening to you spout off all this chicken-sh*t pacifistic crap - like you're a twink or something. I thought you had some balls!"
Juna's like, "Jeez! I already said it was 'Your call' - so like, what's it gonna be? War or Peace?"
Before Harold answered the question, He and Juna had the far-out conversation, in which Harold declares that He's not just some chariot driver, but HE himself is God - which is a pretty cool deal for Juna's gang - and to help Juna understand Harold gave a few mundane examples of His glories.
edit The Song
"Raso-aham-apsu.." - "I am the taste of water, …among animals I'm the lion, among birds I'm the eagle, among fish I'm the shark.
"Among guns I'm the bazooka, among fire-crackers I'm the H-bomb, among great actors I'm Al Pacino, and among corny actors I'm Chuck Norris,
"Among smart directors I'm Tobe Hooper, Among wise-ass Vulcans I'm Spock, among lousy rock bands I'm the Move, and among radical guitar players I'm Jimi Hendrix,
"Among bimbos I'm Brittany Spears, among playing cards I'm the Ace, among Motorcycles I'm Triumph, and among brave soldiers I'm Audie Murphy,
"Among big monkeys I'm King Kong, among Mexican knives I'm the switch blade, among Italian knives I'm the stilletto, and among Ugandan knives I'm the machete,
"Among African-Americans I'm Rochester, among dick-heads to work for I'm Jack Benny, among non-lying Presidents I'm, I'm, (ah, lets pass on this), and among bystanders I'm Jack Ruby,
"Among monumental screw-ups I'm the partition of India into Pakistan, among airplanes I'm 'Air Force One', among racist groups I'm the Klu Klux Klan, and as proof of a Masonic-Templar-Illuminati conspiracy I'm the $1 bill,
"Among famous movie lines I'm: "Play it again, Sam!", among horny bastards I'm a freakin' Mormon, among good jokes I'm the Polish Coyote, and among bad jokes I'm the "knock knock" joke,
"Among Scientologists I'm Tom Cruise, among false prophets I'm Jim Jones, among hipster cops I'm Sonny Crockett, and among absurd inventions I'm the pogo stick,
"Among shit-out-of-luck ships I'm the Titanic, among those you don't want to piss off I'm Tony Jaa, among bad choices for a cell mate I'm A-Team's Mr. T, and among sources off the truth I'm Uncyclopedia,
"Among disgraced comebacks I'm Pee Wee Herman, among heavyweight boxing champions I'm Rocky (Marciano), among nut-case big wave surfers I'm "Double D" (Darrick Doerner), among great fights I'm Leonard v/s Hearns, and among lousy fights I'm Leonard v/s Roberto Duran,
"Among dancers I'm Chubby Checker, among successful preposterous-nonsense books I'm Harry Potter, among radical surf spots I'm Jaws, and among COOL songs I'm "Shapes of Things" by The Yardbirds,
"Among dead-as-a-doornail-chicks I'm Lady Di, among things to avoid I'm an Ice Berg, among things not to give your kids to play with I'm plutonium, and among great cartoonists I'm Don Martin,
"Among aliens I'm THE Alien, among monsters worse than the Alien I'm Ripley, among baby-boomers I'm Tim Leary, and among gnarly massacres I'm Mai lai,
"Among crooks I'm Robert Vesco, among war mongers I'm Charlie Heston, among mice I'm Mighty Mouse, among Road-Runners I'm Beep Beep, and among jokes I'm the punch-line,
"Among camel-jockies I'm Lawrence of Arabia, among guilty-innocents I'm Phil Spector, among great cowboy movies I'm Broke-back Mountain, among all those in Hell I'm the goddamn Devil, and as the bad-ass of all bad asses I’m Jack Bauer,
"...Suffice it so say I am all this! But if you really want to understand My Supreme Powers and highest glories... Then check out this super-cool Swiss Army Knife!
"Know it for certain that what ever is good and nice in the world is but a reflection of My glories! And of what is bad and nasty in this world, well, you can blame that geek in N. Korea with the funny hair-style!
"So understand, Dude? Now pick up your piece and go massacre your family members to gain political control of a grain of sand."
Up until this point in Harold’s story He's already killed just about more people than freakin' Hitler, which sure beats gettin' nailed to a friggin cross. So it's pretty unlikely that Harold’s gonna say, like, "Make love not war!" Daa!!! It doesn't take, like, a rocket surgeon to figure that one out.
Still, there's probably some commie pinko knee jerk liberal that thinks Harold should pretend like he's Mahatma Gandhi or something. Little did they know that the damn Muslims were gonna end up worse than the "reds". I mean, even that funny-haired dude in North Korea or North Shore, or wherever, like, even he's better than a freakin' terrorist. Good thing too, coz he's gotta few nukes hangin' out.