As an patriotic, nationalist, American anarchist, I have tended to lean towards the right in my politics. I prefer to remain, for the most part, somewhat distant from the political rhetoric and debate. If drawn into it, I would rather take an analytical approach, maintaining a more or less philosophical flavourf to any resulting debate. I really dislike emotionally charged conflict regarding politics.
But sometimes the only way I can find to express what I really think regarding politics is through a different channel. The last eight years have led me to a state of dis-enchantment. After eight years, I am left with only uncomfortable questions, the most serious of which is what do we stand for?
As I was making my journey from my home to my place of work this evening, I listened to a song which directly correlates to the "feeling" I have regarding these last eight years.
Most anyone that reads this will recognize the words and the artists, so I won't delve into the musical history. It just fits for me. Take it or leave it, it is my bloody blog.
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the foe, that' all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
1 comment:
It's an attractive philosopy, believing that things will not or cannot change. It imparts an air of cynicism that seems sophisticated.
I struggle with it myself. I struggle because I think it's ultimately a cop-out. It's harder to stay engaged in this world. It's harder to believe that each of us can change something that needs to be changed.
If the world we see around us displeases us, I feel we have a responsibility to speak out about it. Withdrawing to an inner world, where we can ignore that things that displease or frighten us, absolves us our responsibility to our tribe.
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