Baggy Trousers

How grateful and ever thankful I will always be, that I was born in a more gracious age.   When girls "enjoyed being girls" and boys for the most part were clean, nicely suited members of the opposite sex.   When the very worse that could happen was accidentally sitting on the plastic hoops of your petticoat and up went your skirt  as you frantically clawed at your face to cover your embarrassment.   It was considered a very serious business, the ballooned skirt, giving the illusion of a small waist.   Further down the line as a young mother the mini skirt was all the rage, how very careful you had to be when lifting your child, dropping almost to a curtsey, never ever bending over.

And so to the age of the baggy trousers.   Nothing wrong with them, after all they are a great improvement on the cheeky jean bulge and crutch huggers.   Many a motorist came to a sticky end in spring as the flowers came to full bloom and out came the legs and the mini gym slips.   Just one area where I concur with my Muslim brothers.   Cover up PLEASE, but perhaps not to the extent that you can't tell whether the person standing next to you at the bus stop is a walking bomb.

Equally the slim young female version of the baggy pants brigade sporting a cheeky cap could well be mistaken for her male counterpart.   What a strange generation of crutch clutching young men.   Are they itching, or hiding some inferiority complex, or is it just a statement and they just don't care they are being watched.

A couple of years ago I went to a show celebrating the life of a man who in his time had written some wonderful songs.   As a young boy he recorded Ben, never to be forgotten.   It had been some time since I had seen a live musical production and sadly I couldn't take any more of the sexually explicit
gestures that detracted from the music, we left half way through the performance.

There are no boundaries for kids today, they are still babies into makeup.   The latest recommendation that they can get the pill at just thirteen years old is gross.   Their childhood is being snatched away probably by the same crowd who encourage abortion.   Its time to rise against the
Big Brother State that is corrupting and dictating what our children see and do, interfering in every aspect of their lives.   Galatians 6 - (7)  Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. 

       

So here's the message in tribal language, I'll rap it for the baggy trousered youth.

Its all going to hit the fan man,

so get it together while you can, man.

There ain't no escape from what's coming, 

even if you hit the road running.   

The God of creation

will be seen by every nation,

and you'll try to hide,

there's nowhere to hide,

just rocks, rocks, rocks, man.

He ain't no magistrate, or seedy lawyer,

He's the ONE judge and sees every flaw

 (that means weakness son!!)

and it won't be a tag,

or time doing stir,

its a HOT HOT place,

you don't want to go there.

What yah need is someone to speak up for yah

so follow His Son, Yeshua

(that's Jesus to you pal)

Now there is someone who can plead your case,

He came to save the human race.

The alternative is forever in Hell,

don't go there man it's well

HOT HOT

RAP ON IN HEAVEN INSTEAD MAN. 

T. Hills

2012