RESIST!

[quigleyunder]

The political situation in this country is SHIIIT!


This is what happened during the Vietnam war and people went to the streets. People realized that the political system was rigged against them.

Here is another thing all of us can do on a personal level.

Find creative ways to gum up the fascist machinery which is most assuredly going to descend on this country. I am not talking about violence, I am talking about resisting encroachments on our freedoms by never giving them and inch, a word of cooperation without a fight as this guy in the video cited does.

Please watch this video, get together with your friends and come up with ways of asserting yourself against authority. If you have a camera USE IT. It is a great tool for keeping the bastards in line. You will notice in this video that this checkpoint guard knew she was overreaching. If you can publicize what you find by all means do it.

If you think that the guy resisting her encroachment on his rights (in this case the right to privacy and freedom from unlawful searches and seizures) is wrong, then YOU need to rethink your worldview IMHO.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KFQnVsvu_I

[DemBones DemBones]

1. That's a slogan I'll support! We have to RESIST.

The system is broken.

[BrklynLiberal]

2. I think Dylan Thomas had it all right.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

[DemBones DemBones]

3. And so did Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead


Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

[happydreams]

8. That's a great song.

[DemBones DemBones]

10. Hell, yeah! It's a classic that, sadly, stays relevant.

Warmongers. . .

:grr:


And a :kick: for the thread so more people will see the OP.

[DemBones DemBones]

4. That was only supposed to post once but Bobby also sang

First Release

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
1963
{ RealAudio }
WindowsMedia { 56 }


How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


Copyright © 1962; renewed 1990 Special Rider Music

[lonestarnot]

5. I'm seeing double.

:crazy:

[DemBones DemBones]

6. I changed it just for you!

:hi:

[lonestarnot]

7. Tee Hee

:blush:

[hootinholler]

9. I'll have a look after work. n/t

[quigleyunder]

11. Please feel free to ad any other ideas