Accosted by a Ranger with a Pig Iron on His Hip
Pig Iron on His Hip
Yes. It is undoubtedly true that many figured the old Marty Robbins song featured a ranger toting pig iron. What’s more, the whole notion of associating police officers with pigs may have derived from those same defenders of the public order, or the bourgeoisie, toting pig iron as forecasted or foreskinned by Marty Robbins long ago. So, in other words, it was Marty Robbins who unintentionally got many calling the police, pigs. Mercy! Duh pig he comin’ down!
However, what about police officers who “labor” in parts with no bourgeoisie to protect. They must feel generally misunderstood or left out, relative to the greater scheme of monopoly capitalism, having to rely exclusively on the public order for job interest, maybe. Like here in quasi-beautiful Stinky Valley, for example, the original ruling elements departed many long years ago, probably for France. Yes. They sold off the land to developers and left everyone else holding the shit. Like why do you think it’s called, Stinky Valley?
Yet for some reason, the police, that were once here to protect the bourgeoisie, keep on protecting those that linger, long after the bourgeoisie have departed for France, maybe. Well, almost everybody gets protected. It’s like inertia. Protected by the police toting pig iron on their hips. Pig iron on their hips. Course let’s not forget the shopping areas. Maybe they stay to protect the many shopping areas with the pig iron on their hips. Pig iron on their hips.
Anyway, the song, Pig Iron, features an Arizona ranger with pig iron on his hip. The Arizona ranger, (how bizarre is that compared to the better known Texas ranger), employs his pig iron on a wicked outlaw, or maybe a Mexican, known as Texas Red. Goodness! How convoluted is that? What was Johnny, I mean Marty, thinking?
Like it’s always supposed to be a Texas ranger employing pig iron on some foreigner, proletarian or migrant worker. Not a dang Arizona ranger. Have there even been any Arizona rangers? If they existed at all, did they ever have access to pig iron? Ha! Really stupid!
As I pedaled Arizona on one hot or sunny day
I was accosted by a ranger who had nothing much to say
Except he says you need to drive a car, if you want to take a trip
Otherwise you’ll get accosted by the pig iron on my hip
Pig iron on my hip
Yes. It is undoubtedly true that many figured the old Marty Robbins song featured a ranger toting pig iron. What’s more, the whole notion of associating police officers with pigs may have derived from those same defenders of the public order, or the bourgeoisie, toting pig iron as forecasted or foreskinned by Marty Robbins long ago. So, in other words, it was Marty Robbins who unintentionally got many calling the police, pigs. Mercy! Duh pig he comin’ down!
However, what about police officers who “labor” in parts with no bourgeoisie to protect. They must feel generally misunderstood or left out, relative to the greater scheme of monopoly capitalism, having to rely exclusively on the public order for job interest, maybe. Like here in quasi-beautiful Stinky Valley, for example, the original ruling elements departed many long years ago, probably for France. Yes. They sold off the land to developers and left everyone else holding the shit. Like why do you think it’s called, Stinky Valley?
Yet for some reason, the police, that were once here to protect the bourgeoisie, keep on protecting those that linger, long after the bourgeoisie have departed for France, maybe. Well, almost everybody gets protected. It’s like inertia. Protected by the police toting pig iron on their hips. Pig iron on their hips. Course let’s not forget the shopping areas. Maybe they stay to protect the many shopping areas with the pig iron on their hips. Pig iron on their hips.
Anyway, the song, Pig Iron, features an Arizona ranger with pig iron on his hip. The Arizona ranger, (how bizarre is that compared to the better known Texas ranger), employs his pig iron on a wicked outlaw, or maybe a Mexican, known as Texas Red. Goodness! How convoluted is that? What was Johnny, I mean Marty, thinking?
Like it’s always supposed to be a Texas ranger employing pig iron on some foreigner, proletarian or migrant worker. Not a dang Arizona ranger. Have there even been any Arizona rangers? If they existed at all, did they ever have access to pig iron? Ha! Really stupid!
As I pedaled Arizona on one hot or sunny day
I was accosted by a ranger who had nothing much to say
Except he says you need to drive a car, if you want to take a trip
Otherwise you’ll get accosted by the pig iron on my hip
Pig iron on my hip
posted by ray pistrum at Thursday, December 01, 2011
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