If The Spin Hits The Fan

[Posted by reader_iam]

It just hit me, just now, that this scene, this song,
just brilliantly offers a just assessment of the hardening blogworld:

When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day.
When you're a Jet,
Let 'em do what they can.
You got brothers around,
You're a family man!

You're never alone,
You're never disconnected!
You're home with your own:
When company's expected,
You're well protected!

Then you are set
With a capital J,
Which you'll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you're a Jet,
You stay a Jet!

When you're a Jet,
You're the top cat in town,
You're the gold-metal kid
With the heavyweight crown!

When you're a Jet,
You're the swingin'est thing:
Little boy, you're a man;
Little man, you're a king!

The Jets are in gear,
Our cylinders are clickin'!
The Sharks'll steer clear
'Cause ev'ry Puerto Rican 's a lousy chicken!

Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell.
Someone gets in our way,
Someone don't feel so well.

Here come the Jets:
Little world, step aside!
Better go underground,
Better run, better hide.

We're drawin' the line,
So keep your noses hidden!
We're hangin' a sign,
Says "Visitors forbidden"
And we ain't kiddin'!

Here come the Jets,
Yeah! An' we're gonna beat
Ev'ry last buggin' gang
On the whole buggin' street!
On the whole ever-mother-lovin' street!

Just, like, wow!

Just so.

Update: And don't the shoe glass slipper just fit elsewhere, as well? And quite justly indeed.