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Conventional Wisdom would have one believe that it is insane to resist this, the mightiest of Empires But what history really shows is that today’s empire is tomorrow’s ashes, that nothing lasts forever, and that not to resist is to acquiesce in your own oppression. The greatest form of sanity that anyone can exercise is to resist that force that is trying to repress, oppress and fight the Human Spirit.
-Mumia Abu Jamal
Wadia’s best friend’s younger sister was denied a proper burial because for two days they couldn’t douse the flames the allied planes had showered on her tiny body.
And all the paper trails that lead to the roads that led to all these Basras make it seem like we’re just all “collateral damage” waiting to be happened in some unforeseen fucking pentagon budget-drill.
Today’s Ba’th regime is just the Red Scare of Yesteryear.
And I drink myself to sleep because I’m losing faith that any of us will ever amount to anything more than reluctant human subsidies, the moving parts in a Death machine, protesting their complicity, but waiting for somebody else to throw their body on the churning gears.
I drink myself to sleep because I’m losing faith that we,
here in the cradle of affluence can cease this sickening drive for individual strength through state-powers’ swinging fists or that we’ll ever look back at the irony that is:
Atomic murderers enshrined in Independence , USA, while 8,000 miles from here, in the “Cradle of Democracy”, It’s another banner year for a cottage industry - a ritual at the corner of George and Constantine - as foundries scramble to recast his decapitated monument.
Lyrics from Albright Monument, Baghdad by Propagandhi
I believe there is still something inherent in the fiber of America worth saving, and that the fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.
-Phil Ochs
-Mumia Abu Jamal
Wadia’s best friend’s younger sister was denied a proper burial because for two days they couldn’t douse the flames the allied planes had showered on her tiny body.
And all the paper trails that lead to the roads that led to all these Basras make it seem like we’re just all “collateral damage” waiting to be happened in some unforeseen fucking pentagon budget-drill.
Today’s Ba’th regime is just the Red Scare of Yesteryear.
And I drink myself to sleep because I’m losing faith that any of us will ever amount to anything more than reluctant human subsidies, the moving parts in a Death machine, protesting their complicity, but waiting for somebody else to throw their body on the churning gears.
I drink myself to sleep because I’m losing faith that we,
here in the cradle of affluence can cease this sickening drive for individual strength through state-powers’ swinging fists or that we’ll ever look back at the irony that is:
Atomic murderers enshrined in Independence , USA, while 8,000 miles from here, in the “Cradle of Democracy”, It’s another banner year for a cottage industry - a ritual at the corner of George and Constantine - as foundries scramble to recast his decapitated monument.
Lyrics from Albright Monument, Baghdad by Propagandhi
I believe there is still something inherent in the fiber of America worth saving, and that the fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.
-Phil Ochs