signs of the times
"It is not possible to awaken someone who is pretending to be asleep." -- Navajo proverb
"If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land..."
Isaiah 58:9-11
or, not... but, after all is said and done (or not), what can you do, eh?
trust me, as the scorpion said to the frog, as they walked into the trap of their own making
they can trust they'll be getting fair and free democratic elections like our votescam here, which kills to coverup
which will all be academic after these macho cowboy lunatics get some serious shit flying fanwise in their gangwar
so act now before it's too late and order that special fantasy coffin you've always wanted to be able to go out in style
more handjive: how big is it? more mindjive: how true is it? par for the course?
onward "christian" soldiers as muy macho cowboys in a badly fcukdup spagetti western?
Who is the fool, who the wise man, beggar, or king?
Whether poor or rich, all's the same in death.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave. -- Dakota Proverb
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn't exist. -- Verbal Kint/Keyser Söze
an old plan for a new american century
complete with bought and paid for insurance
dealing with what comes out of the other end from them thar horns
The age demanded an image
Of its accelerated grimace,
Something for the modern stage,
Not, at any rate, an Attic grace;
All men, in law, are equals.
Free of Peisistratus,
We choose a knave or an eunuch
To rule over us.
Some quick to arm, some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in imagination, learning later ...
some in fear, learning love of slaughter;
Died some "pro patria, non dulce non et decor"
["for fatherland , not sweetness and not beauty"]
walked eye-deep in hell believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving
came home, home to a lie, home to many deceits,
home to old lies and new infamy;
usury age-old and age-thick and liars in public places.
Daring as never before, wastage as never before.
disillusions as never told in the old days,
There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization. Ezra Pound
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded. Ernest Hemingway
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
[How sweet and decorated it is to die for the fatherland]
And I always thought that the simplest words
Must be enough. That when I say how things are
Everyone's heart must be torn to shreds.
That you'll go down if you don't stand up.
Surely you see that. Bertolt Brecht
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"If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land..."
Isaiah 58:9-11
or, not... but, after all is said and done (or not), what can you do, eh?
trust me, as the scorpion said to the frog, as they walked into the trap of their own making
they can trust they'll be getting fair and free democratic elections like our votescam here, which kills to coverup
which will all be academic after these macho cowboy lunatics get some serious shit flying fanwise in their gangwar
so act now before it's too late and order that special fantasy coffin you've always wanted to be able to go out in style
more handjive: how big is it? more mindjive: how true is it? par for the course?
onward "christian" soldiers as muy macho cowboys in a badly fcukdup spagetti western?
Who is the fool, who the wise man, beggar, or king?
Whether poor or rich, all's the same in death.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave. -- Dakota Proverb
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn't exist. -- Verbal Kint/Keyser Söze
an old plan for a new american century
complete with bought and paid for insurance
dealing with what comes out of the other end from them thar horns
The age demanded an image
Of its accelerated grimace,
Something for the modern stage,
Not, at any rate, an Attic grace;
All men, in law, are equals.
Free of Peisistratus,
We choose a knave or an eunuch
To rule over us.
Some quick to arm, some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in imagination, learning later ...
some in fear, learning love of slaughter;
Died some "pro patria, non dulce non et decor"
["for fatherland , not sweetness and not beauty"]
walked eye-deep in hell believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving
came home, home to a lie, home to many deceits,
home to old lies and new infamy;
usury age-old and age-thick and liars in public places.
Daring as never before, wastage as never before.
disillusions as never told in the old days,
There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization. Ezra Pound
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded. Ernest Hemingway
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
[How sweet and decorated it is to die for the fatherland]
And I always thought that the simplest words
Must be enough. That when I say how things are
Everyone's heart must be torn to shreds.
That you'll go down if you don't stand up.
Surely you see that. Bertolt Brecht
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posted by hobodog at 03:32
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