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Saturday, May 15, 2010

F the Politicians

Forget the

George Carlin

The politicians are put there to give you the idea that

 you have freedom of choice ... you don't. You have no
 choice. You have owners. They own you. They own
everything. They own all the important land. They own,
 and control the corporations. They've long since bought,
 and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses,
 the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets
 and they own all the big media companies, so they
control just about all of the news and information you
 get to hear. They got you by the balls. They spend
billions of dollars every year lobbying ... lobbying, to
 get what they want ... Well, we know what they want.
 They want more for themselves and less for everybody
 else, but I'll tell you what they don't want ... they don't
want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking.
 They don't want well informed, well educated people
capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in
that ... that doesn't help them. That's against their
interests. That's right. They don't want people who are
 smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think
about how badly they're getting fucked by a system that
 threw them overboard 30 fuckin' years ago. They don't
 want that. You know what they want? They want
obedient workers ... Obedient workers, people who are
 just smart enough to run the machines and do the
paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept
 all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay,
the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of
overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the
 minute you go to collect it, and now they're coming for
 your Social Security money. They want your fuckin'
retirement money. They want it back so they can give
 it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know
 something? They'll get it ... they'll get it all from you
sooner or later cause they own this fuckin' place. It's
 a big club and you ain't in it. You and I are not in The
 big club. By the way, it's the same big club they use
to beat you over the head with all day long when they
 tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over
 the head with their media telling you what to believe,
what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks.
 The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice.
Nobody seems to care. Good honest hard-working
people ... white collar, blue collar it doesn't matter what
 color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working
people continue, these are people of modest means ...
 continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don't give
 a fuck about you. They don't give a fuck about you ... they
 don't give a fuck about you. They don't care about you
at all ... at all ... at all, and nobody seems to notice. Nobody
 seems to care. That's what the owners count on. The fact
 that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of
the big red, white and blue dick that's being jammed up
 their assholes everyday, because the owners of this
country know the truth. It's called the American Dream
 cause you have to be asleep to believe it ...

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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"