What Have We Done….

I spent the afternoon, relaxed and watching my 1994 Eagles – Hell Freezes Over DVD.  My ‘Me’ time turned into ‘We’ time as I listened to ‘The Last Resort’.

My thoughts turned to – and while I do not acknowledge such a disgustingly despotic being
My God, What Have We Done?
What Have We White Folk Done?
What Have We Bloody White Folk Done?

We “came from everywhere, seeking a place to stand”.
We found a place where “people were smilin’ “.
We saw “how they loved the land”.
Rich men “came and raped the land”.
We “laid the mountains low, while the town got high”.
We “called it paradise”
“I don’t know why”.
We made it into “Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do”. 
And everywhere we went, seeking other places to turn into ‘paradise’, we 
“Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign”.
“We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny, in the name of God”
“You call someplace paradise?
Kiss it goodbye.”

Jesus and the white folk are coming.
They’ll build you a ‘paradise’ …of their own design. 


That may not be in any way politically correct but it is 100% true, and really… do I give a damn?  What do you think?  The world is buggered.  Let’s be honest about who buggered it.

If you are not convinced, watch these videos and read the lyrics.  If by the time you have watched all three and you remain unconvinced, then, I’m sorry, but you are just a plain, dumb, no hope, white fucker.



This is the 1994 live version –


OK, I’ll give you one more chance to get real.  This is Don Henley still singing the song in 2016, solo, at age 69, and at an open air event –

Eagles – The Last Resort (Lyrics)

She came from Providence, 
the one in Rhode Island 
Where the old world shadows hang 
heavy in the air 
She packed her hopes and dreams 
like a refugee 
Just as her father came across the sea 
She heard about a place people were smilin’ 
They spoke about the red man’s way, 
and how they loved the land 
And they came from everywhere 
to the Great Divide 
Seeking a place to stand 
or a place to hide 

Down in the crowded bars, 
out for a good time, 
Can’t wait to tell you all, 
what it’s like up there 
And they called it paradise 
I don’t know why 
Somebody laid the mountains low 
while the town got high 

Then the chilly winds blew down 
Across the desert 
through the canyons of the coast, to 
the Malibu 
Where the pretty people play, 
hungry for power 
to light their neon way 
and give them things to do 

Some rich men came and raped the land, 
Nobody caught ’em 
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, 
people bought ’em 
And they called it paradise 
The place to be 
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea 

You can leave it all behind 
and sail to Lahaina 
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago 
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming” 
Brought the white man’s burden down 
Brought the white man’s reign 

Who will provide the grand design? 
What is yours and what is mine? 
‘Cause there is no more new frontier 
We have got to make it here 

We satisfy our endless needs and 
justify our bloody deeds, 
in the name of destiny, in the name of God 

And you can see them there, 
On Sunday morning 
They stand up and sing about 
what it’s like up there 
They call it paradise 
I don’t know why 
You call someplace paradise, 
kiss it goodbye 

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