Incarceration level: the clearest indicator of a viable society
by yarra - ICH Friday, Feb 20 2009, 9:06pm
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No prizes for guessing the world’s NUMBER 1 incarcerator is the USA! Yessiree Bob, that utopian/dystopian capitalist wonderland/HELL is fast approaching its FATE – America is about to confront itself! The portrait of Dorian Gray looks like a Cherub in comparison.
Wake-up video below – it is never too late but ACTION is REQUIRED. Americans ONCE WERE WARRIORS FOR PEACE and SOCIAL JUSTICE -- do you remember how you stopped the criminal Vietnam War? MARCH AND FIGHT YOU FUCKERS, F-I-G-H-T! The REAL ENEMY is on the Hill and on the ‘Street’!
I still carry police baton scars on my head that once streamed blood BUT it was necessary -- until you fight the GOOD FIGHT against the vile filth and fat cats and WIN (the people ALWAYS WIN when they FIGHT) you will never know what it is to be a REAL HUMAN BEING!
WE ARE ALL BORN WITH AN INNATE SENSE OF JUSTICE AND FAIR PLAY. Each time we tolerate or ignore an injustice we die a little until we become the new American citizens/zombies of today:
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“Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em EAT SHIT, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore.” -- James McMurtry |
| "We Can't Make it Here" Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore. |
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