Quote from: Tangled-Universe on November 08, 2012, 06:35:00 AM
Quote from: inkydigit on November 08, 2012, 06:27:31 AM
Martin...the only true 'anti-corporate party' would be the anarchists!
Do you think something like that will happen nowadays?
It used to happen centuries ago, where kingdoms and governments were overthrown by unhappy citizens.
Yes we've had Tunisia and Egypt, but still I don't think it compared to how it used to happen ages ago.
Nowadays we're sheep, basically.
I wonder if something like this will happen somewhere in the future. Europeans from all EU countries going into Brussels and putting al those lobbyists and politicians naked on the squares. Throwing rotten tomatoes and rotten eggs
No it is difficult to see that the anarchists will ever overthrow much these days, although Greece is not looking too good?
and throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes at politicians sounds like fun, but you would end up in jail, for sure!
We
are sheep it is sad , but true... fed and beaten into submission by our corporate funded truncheon wielding police and governments!
...
song from one of my favourite musicians Roy Harper:
Far across the ocean
In the land of look and see
There once was a time
For you and me
Where the winds blow sweetly
And the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry its fill
Where slot machine confusions
And the plastic universe
Are objects of amusement
In the fiction of their curse
And where the crazy white man
And his teargas happiness
Lies dead and long since buried
By his own fantastic mess
For I hate the white man
And his plastic excuse
For I hate the white man
And the man who turned him loose
And the reins of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the dawn
Ride the coalfire morning
On the beach where all is born
Where the emperor of meaning
Is burning up his fort
And sits to warm his toes
Around a fire made up of useless thoughts
And when the children tempt him
With the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of solstice
Casting laughs into their dance
And while a crazy white man
In the desert of his bones
Lies as bleached as the paradise
He likes to think he owns
And I hate the white man
In his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the white man
And the man who turned him loose
And far across the reaches
Of the drifting yellow sands
The living carpet wilderness
Forever joins its hands
With heaven's hell's attainment
In a surging crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown upon
The ever lasting pyre
And through the countless canticles
Of Jason's charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of nothing
In the timeless masterpiece
And there stood in the middle
Guess who?
It's the everlasting bust
Built by god's very own white man
As he tries to rule the dust
And I hate the white man
In his doctrinaire abuse
Oh I hate the white man
And the man who turned you all loose
And the bowels of his city
Have been locked into a safe
Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his faith
While back inside his kitchen
The bowler hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and water
But it's really just white paint
While his golden headed scandal sheets
Present its daily bite
To give their righteous news-bleeders
Drugs to keep them white
While outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always right
A shooting star has summoned
Its dark angel from his night
And I hate the white man
And his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the white man
And the man who turned you all loose
And the man who turned him loose