“…money doesn’t talk, it swears.”
Bob Dylan said that, long long ago in “That’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” which could serve as the soundtrack to our current movie.
Our nation is using food stamps at a level unseen since the last depression. We have record foreclosure rates.
And yet, somewhere in a galaxy far, far, away called Wall Street, the pigs have added another layer of gold to the trough, reporting record earnings.
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.</em>
Our nation is broken. We were tested, and we snapped like a branch left dry from drought in a heavy wind. We played one game, called democracy, and assumed everyone else was as well.
They weren’t. They were playing pirate. They roamed the world and scavenged any trinket that caught their eye, and dared anyone to question. They were beholden to no country, no law, nothing beyond basic greed. The notion of more became caught inside them like the smoke from a crack pipe, and with the same effect.
A recent poll on the leading democratic fansite shows that 40% of democratic voters are unlikely to vote in the 2010 congressional elections.
About time you woke the fuck up. To quote Sir Johnny of Rotten: “Do you ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?”
Being as I live in uber-liberal Decatur, I sit behind quite a few cars still proudly displaying Obama stickers. Hell, some of them look new. I sometimes wonder, as I sit behind their generally respectable Volvo or Prius at the one end to the ragged-out Kia on the other, do they feel they got what they voted for? Hope and change?
I got what I voted for. I voted for Obama solely because he was black. And for precisely the reason that I see occurring now- bringing out the nuts. I felt that just the sight of a black man atop “their” government would drive a chunk of our citizenry around the bend, out into the open, where perhaps we can finally begin to deal with their sort. I harbored no delusions that anything would be different under Obama- the powers that run this country, contrary to what Glenn Beck and the other corporate sponsored agitators would have you believe, weren’t about to hand over the reigns of this economic engine to some uppity Marxistsocialistfascist brother from Chicago, unless they had sat with him in a room, many, many years ago, and explained how the world works.
It works on greed. Greed is what sends jobs to India, manufacturing to China, and bonuses to the indulgent foie gras of Wall Street. Greed is Orwell’s boot on your face, forever. Greed has sucked the marrow from our bones. Our infrastructure is rotten, our security a farce, albeit a profitable one…right Mr. Cheney? Even the poets are cashing out, selling off the last vestiges of honor for a bit (okay, quite a lot) of coin:
For $25,000 you can get a set of Bob Dylan harmonicas, guaranteed to have been played by the great one himself.
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.</i>
Is this how it ends, a dirge played upon a 25k harmonica?
Well, Nero had his fiddle.