Saturday, February 20, 2010

Symptoms

It's almost funny if it wasn't so disastrous for the people that are caught up in "It". "It", is our economy and the bungling boobs that got us here. But, I am not going to assign blame here,(well, maybe a little) just make a comment about recent US events. The following links are symptoms of the disease, or should I say epidemic, that the country is suffering from right now. People are disgusted, distraught, and hopeless over the Nations plight and the robbery by the banks of the Nations tax paying citizens. When you take everything a person has worked for their whole life, be it a little or a lot, and leave them no hope, these kinds of things are going to happen. They are merely symptoms of much bigger things to come. The bankers control the money and the money controls the government. Aside from the bailout that fleeced the tax payers and rewarded the Bankers for bankrupting the government, the recent Supreme Court decision to let the Bankers (read Money) buy their politicians, AKA "The Government" has left millions jobless, homeless, and hopeless! Follow the money and you find the virus that started the disease or epidemic that is ravaging our Nation. Below are the symptoms:

Man flies plane into IRS building w/extra fuel

Frustrated Owner Bulldozes Home Ahead Of Foreclosure

History repeats itself and although these lyrics were not written for this situation, they surely fit the current state of affairs in this country!

(excerpt from Stop Hey What's That Sound, by Buffalo Springfield)
"there are lawyer strikes deep
into your life it will creep
it starts when your always afraid
step out of line the man come and take you away

you better stop
hey what's that sound
everybody look what's going down"

ciao

1 comment:

  1. Here's one by Bob Dylan about my home country here on the Ironridge.

    They complain in the East
    They are paying to high
    They say our ore ain't worth digging.
    They say its much cheaper in the South American towns
    Where the miners work almost for nothing.

    The summer is gone
    The grounds turning cold
    The stores one by one are a-foldin'
    My children will go
    As soon as they grow.
    Well, theres nothing here to hold them.

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