I feel the need for a reawakening to shed this country…

posted by Bill Arnett @ 1:36 PM Permalink

…of all this hatred, bigotry, homophobia, etc., and that's just in politics. Perhaps I was just lucky in my choice of music during my formative years. I think this song, almost revered as a new national anthem by the people with whom I hung out and who hung onto every word of one of the most socially relevant songs ever, now as then.

Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
Well it's happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either don't believe it's true,
Or else you don't know what to do
Or maybe I'm singing about you,
Who knows.
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick when it's a word game, it festers and grows,
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin'
Let emotions keep a tumblin'
Then as cities start to crumblin'
Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Here we go
People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown
Then they think they've got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
A human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crow
I was told that life is change
And yet history remains,
Does it always stay the same
Do we shrug it off and say
Only God knows
By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto
Try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old.
You see one must have a mission
In order to be a good Christian
If you don't you will be missing
High Mass or the evening show
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know
I have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul,
It must be too tough to die,
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,
Ands I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides,
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry,
Because his children they are growing up
With bigots and their silver cups
They're fed up, they might throw up
On you

Stephen Stills Word Games

This is once again as close a description of what's happening in America as when this song was released (in this case) in Still's Electric/Acoustic Album of 1975.

So I seem to have returned to my senses and lucidness, both of which I celebrate. I really let those assholes get under my skin and I'm more than a bit embarrassed and chagrined that I allowed that to happen.

I have never been a hater, and I renounce all hatred again, now. It is a useless emotion, life-draining, quality of life diminishing, bringer of depression and, altogether the wrong reaction to the clowns, buffoons, and carnival barkers that have succeeded in so embarrassing both the teabaggers and the gop that they now see the beginning of their imminent breakdown and abject failure that will leave them the laughingstocks they deserve to be so seen.

I see it now in the eyes of the MSM talking heads the contempt for people who stalwartly espouse positions that are absurd. As this contempt grows, as the political actions of the teagagging gopers grow evermore ridiculous in their positions, Americans are waking up, really listening, and everyday more of them are beginning to feel the same sense of contempt and ridicule and they, too, finally have to laugh at the sheer silliness of a silly party run by silly people seeking wildly insane expansions of authority that will never take hold in my America.

Ya just have to love your country more than you hate its political rabble and losers, and I do.

Love America. Laugh at the loony teabagging-gop-ers and as catching as laughter and the power of satire continue exposing these pitiable people to the public, the louder and further the laughter spreads, the more people of that ilk will stop exposing themselves to ridicule.

We're winning this one quite handily and I have to admit, I'd be scared shitless to play poker with President Obama; I'd laugh all the way through a game of horseshoes (I'm only guessing that would be a game in which they might excel, shoes, ass, all the same to them!) with any gop candidate.

LOVE AMERICA AND AMERICANS, and save your best belly laughs for people like Ryan, Boehner, Mitchell, Trump,
and teabagger-gop-ers in prticular.

Labels: bad politicians, civil rights, class warfare, neocons, President Barack Obama, presidential candidates, teabagger-gop-er