There’s a rock n roll song written by Bob Dylan titled “the mighty Quinn.” I’m not sure if there are supposed to be any hidden religious meanings behind the words to this song, but there is a line, “But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, all the pigeons are going to run to him.” Now, some make the claim that it’s nothing more than a drug song and the pigeons are the users-the junkies. It might be the case. However, the line has always meant something far different to me, and probably to me alone. Here goes my little story of liberals, do-gooders, religious phonies, the greedy and God Almighty Himself. I will use verses from the song several times and I hope you see the point of this little fairy tale of Quinn the Eskimo. You may never hear this song in the same way again.
