For what it's worth / Peter Fetchner / What's the point?

Peter Fechter (January 14, 1944 – August 17, 1962) was a bricklayer from East Berlin, who at the age of eighteen became one of the first victims of the Berlin Wall's border guards. About one year after the construction of the wall, Fechter attempted to flee from the GDR (German Democratic Republic)together with hisfriend Helmut Kulbeik. The plan was to hide in a carpenter's workshop near the wall in Zimmerstrasse and, after observing the border guards from there, to jump out of a window into the so-called death-strip (a strip running between the main wall and a parallel fence which they had recently started to construct), run across it, and climb over the two metre (6.5 ft) wall topped with barbed wire into the Kreuzberg district of West Berlin near Checkpoint Charlie. While both reached the wall, guards fired at them. Although Kulbeik succeeded in crossing the wall, Fechter, still on the wall, was shot in the pelvis in plain view of hundreds of witnesses. He fell back into the death-strip on the Eastern side, where he remained in view of Western onlookers, including journalists. Despite his screams, he received no medical assistance either from the East or the West side. He bled to death after about an hour. My source is Wikipedia.

For what it's worth, the song I posted was written in 1967 as a protest song against the Viet Nam war, and while Peter died 5 years earlier in East Germany, it was all part of the same fucked up landscape. I'm afraid we haven't made much progress since then. The name of the song is actually "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield
I saved this last 8/27/07 on my pc. I'm not really sure why, but something led me to this last August. Anyway, it's late at night now, and since I tend to be a bit less "bubbly" late at night/early in the am, here it is. Somehow knowing stuff like this helps me keep my bubble a bit more centered. I don't dwell on it, it's just stuff I know. It's a bit strange, but that's how I operate. You should see some of the other stuff I have saved on my hard drive. Perhaps at a later date you will. It's nothing absolutely disgusting and totally sick, it's just stuff most people wouldn't bother to find out [let alone keep]. Peter Fetchner laid there moaning and simply bled to death because of view points at odds with each other. So fucking pointless.
The current administration in Washington seems to have a "Just to be safe, let's torture everyone." attitude, so ugly behavior isn't exclusive to everyone but Americans. Just because our policies are probably less ugly than the policies of many many other governments, that doesn't make it right. So fucking dangerous.
But tomorrow is a new day and while praising God for all His beautiful pageantry is one option to make us feel better, I opt to just get a good night sleep instead. It's far easier [no slaughtering animals or entire civilizations] and dogma-free.