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An Anthem in Response to the Trump Administration… I Will Refuse / Pailhead

I Will Refuse / Pailhead  (my housemate pulled out this classic as an apt response to the current traitor in chief)

Born as a blank page
We must pick and choose
Our destinations and
The paths we’ll use
What shall we say is sacred
What will be abused
It’s no wonder
The world is confused
Murder and weather
Is our only news
I will refuse!

Your offer is tempting
But it’s not what it seems
You take advantage
Of everybody else’s dreams
You create the perfect picture
By dressing up the scene
Trust our hopes and lives
To your death machines
Your point is not well taken
Because that’s not what it means
I will refuse



Trump’s Appeal is Psychological, Not Ideological

I grew up in Oak Park which borders Chicago on the west… except for a stint in the military… I’ve lived my whole life in and around Chicago until just a few years ago. There are ~13 million in the state of Illinois, ~10 of which live in metro-Chicagoland. I now live in central Illinois.

I went into the Farm and Fleet the other day wearing my Hillary pin and the kid behind me in line was openly glaring at me and muttering under his breath angrily. I said something about how I suspected the trend in micro-homes and RV’s seemed somehow to coincide with the rise of the Billionaires and the woman at the register chuckled a bit and vowed never to go back to a double-wide.

Though she was polite, I am sure she was a Trump supporter. I stopped a moment to chat with an older woman waiting for her husband and picked up the thread of conversation we had been having about Billionaires in politics, our Governer Rauner has held up a state budget for over a year now demanding cuts which would put pensions, funding for services such as psychiatric outreach, not to mention schools and educational programs, at risk. Companies have gone under waiting for checks from the state. Educators and other state workers live in a limbo of insecurity. state colleges and universities are drastically cutting curricula. And people like this woman I stopped to talk too say they are voting for Trump because they don’t trust Hillary.

Not wanting to cause any unpleasantness with this, otherwise, nice woman, I steered the conversation to an unacknowledged crisis we are having here in Bloomington. In the first 5 months of 2016, in a town of 79,000, $8.6 was spent in video gambling machines. I spoke about how one third of that money goes to the video gaming vending co. and how there are no jobs of any substance created by this business even while so much money is being siphoned out of our local economy. I was speaking to this woman but facing and projecting my speech to the lines of people checking out. I saw only one potentially attentive and sympathetic smirk at my point.

I ended with, [these business people are running a business which takes advantage of people’s hopelessness to the detriment of the entire community.] She excused herself as her husband had showed up with the truck and I said good day to her… leaving the dangling conclusion that Trump was just this sort of person. These are scary times, there is no convincing people. Trump’s appeal is psychological, not ideological.

Trump minions on the move…

You need to pull your head out of your ass! Have you ever been to a petty crimes court in any metro area? Obviously not! The courts are already overwhelmed with petty crime cases. By the time you get to the point someone is shooting someone they typically have a long resume of misdemeanors, or are completely immersed in a criminal culture. To come to the point where someone is capable of taking another human life, they have already lost all sense of dignity. So far to the degree that they are desperately trying to fend off suicidal feelings and impulses. It is an id-driven self-defense mechanism against the taking of ones own life to trade on the life of another. In feeling so helpless and isolated, one seeks a position of power through the act of demeaning another person beyond their own sense of lost dignity.

I lived in Englewood, in Chicago, for many years, and I saw the pattern repeat again and again, and anyone not completely compromised by their own immersion in these communities typically only enters into them in order to take advantage of the patterns of social instability for their own gain. And then there are people like you, quietly freaked out at witnessing just the tip of the iceberg and seeking to wash your hands of your own concerns with simple measures such as, ‘incarcerate them all.’ You haven’t even any idea what kind of resources that would take or how it plays right into the hands of these illicit power-capabilities. You would step into the swing at the end of it’s arc and attempt to stop the punch with your face!

Let me open your eyes a little, jack! When managing the building I was helping to rehab at the intersection of Ashland and 55th… we would call the police to run off the drug peddlers out front and the local gang-lord would show up having received word and responded ahead of the police! And he likely kept us from suffering retribution because either we had a guardian angel higher up the food chain or because he appreciated the zealous nature with which we were pursuing the task of cleaning up the building, the street and bringing descent rental units to the LOCAL residents!

Here’s another wake up for you. Years ago there was a news blurb about the impending sale of Bethlehem Steel–just east of Chicago in Gary, In–to some dutch businessman who already had another buyer lined up to repurchase the entity as soon as he finalized purchase. Now, I asked myself–being one to think about things on occasion–why the FUCK, would someone organize a purchase and resale in this manner, of such a ghost of an entity?! Well, what happens when John “MONEY-FUCK” Doe wants to help his buddies gobble up lake side property by the block load… well, he goes into the area, which is already economically depressed, and sets the final nail in the coffin by taking one of it’s last remaining business entities and saying to the banks… hey, look at my net worth and my track record… I say this property is worth THIS MUCH (holding hands wide like he’s telling a fish story) The banker looks dubious for a fraction of a second before the nasty, wet snatch scent of money–like Vegas whores–intoxicates his reason and gives his little bug prick a full on stiffy. “Sure,” he replies, “if you say so!” So the loan and the purchase goes on the books of the local lender and Asshole sells to his lined up entity, probably looking to defer some gains at tax time or in so doing purchasing some favor from some other Money-Fuck who is looking to defer some gains–it was Trump who opened the first gaming boat in the area, I believe. So now, the banks are carrying this second loan on the books, Money-Fuck number one walks away looking like some kind of financial wizard–instead of the bent-fuck he is–and the local business lending rating sinks lower than it was before so that the chances of any other legitimate business moving into the area and helping to turn around the local economy for the sake of the descent long persevering residents get their lives and their community flushed down the shitter for at least another generation whether they sell out cheap to the next round of carpet-baggers or not.

In fact, the only thing foiling these carpetbagging-FUCKS is the local gangs… which make the place so dangerous no one else would dare move in and helping to make ends meet for those in their food-chain for at least another day. But you’re right, ignore all else, like what drives a child, because that is what we are talking about most of the time when we say gang member, to shoot another child, indiscriminately! And NEVER MIND where the guns are coming from in the first place! A hearty “Fuck You” to you sir!

 Martin Brodel  7:24 PM    Reply

and you have a nice day as well…:)
8:58 PM
+Martin Brodel That’s all, huh? No admission of your lack of thought or your being guided by fear, vengeance and ignorance? Just a pale and careless pose at dismissive superiority? You reveal your true nature… thoughtless arrogance and impotent grasping for a sense of power over an uncontrollable situation. Just like every other egotistical, self-righteous over grown child.
Well here are another few tidbits for ya…
As of 1850, only 1 billion people had ever walked the planet, living and dead… Now there are over 6 billion living all at once. WWI started because those at the pinnacle of power in the community of societies conducted themselves in deliberate disdain for the great mass of people over whom they ruled. Rather than preparing that mass for the greater role in their own societies the emerging culture would demand… they resorted to clandestine and oppressive policing and outright warfare. They created cultures of impoverishment and brutality more and more profound even as the Crowns were losing ground to the Crowds of Europe. Till all it took was an addle-minded and dying youth of hardly twenty years of age, standing in the wrong place at the right time, to fire a bullet which triggered a series of treaties that sucked all of Europe into, not one, and not two… but one long war with two separate chapters. The first chapter being that of the bumbling Crowns stumbling over one another and the second being that of the vengeful Crowd emergent. There is a telling line from a graphic novel titled, Black Paths, where in a veteran turned brawling street thug retorts to the suggestion that the war is over with… “I am the war.” I learned living in Englewood, the one thing you never do is get into a fight with someone who has nothing to live for unless he is in the act of swinging on you–and then you treat the poor bastard with as much delicacy as you are humanly capable. Otherwise, the skulls will just line up to blunt your bat till someone puts a bullet in your head. Now I know how tempting the bunker is, but just remember what that deep, deep trench did to the psychology of the soldier in WWI… and what that inconclusive strategy of battle did to an entire generation of young men. You want to do some good? Start by reading, The Brothers Karamazov!

charles jurgus

3:15 PM (8/11/16)

@Martin Brodel… Still no reply, huh?

You think your obligation to citizenship is simply demanding the system magically create a strategy around your ill-conceived gut reaction?

Let me tell you another story…

I was stationed at Incirlik AB in Turkey when we received a briefing about a Greek fighter plane having been shot down by Turkish AF… neither Greek nor Turkish military authorities or government officials would report or admit publicly that such an incident had taken place. Why? Because the leadership in both countries realized their respective citizenry would simply react without reason and demand war. This, they realized, would open up opportunities for political charlatans to dislodge their more responsible counterparts from office on a political platform appeasing the call of the crowd to go to war.

You exemplify just that sort of mindless, reactionary political constituency waiting to elect just such a charlatan.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4ZLkl15_d8

Clampdown / The Clash

Clampdown / The Clash (featured on WBEZ’s Sound Opinions this week)

Hey, hey!
The kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they’re hidden in the back
with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying I’m back here in this place
and I could cry
and there’s smoke you could click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
‘Cause they’re working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we’re working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten, but I say double that again
I’m not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall ’cause government’s to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D’you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running
It’s the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down
You’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You’re working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
(Work) And I’ve given away no secrets – ha!
(More work)
(More work)
Who’s barmy now?

March Against Violence, ‘I Stand for Peace’ Campaign… Fishbone / In the Air & Movement in the Light

March Against Violence, ‘I Stand for Peace’ Campaign…


Fishbone / In the Air & Movement in the Light

“In The Air”

It’s not the liars that can set your free
It’s not the riches that you can’t foresee
No, it’s not the monkey or the LSD
It’s not the powers that be

It’s always in the air
It’s always in the air
And it always will be there
It’s always in the air

It’s not decisions made in city halls
It’s not amusement parks or shopping malls
No, it’s not the preachers when the tower falls
It’s not the manipulated laws

[Repeat chorus]

It’s in the answer no one ever knows….
It’s in the orphan children no one chose….

“Movement In The Light”

There’s a path for you and I to follow
For our goals aren’t always in our sight
But now you’ve come to dread and fear tomorrow
Were your dreams killed in your sleep last night?
Fight for what is right…
Pray for a movement in the light

Some are slaves to Rhyme, Wit and Reason
Some are slave to all of what they hear
To sing a different song is outright treason
Is the price of freedom what they fear?
This cannot be right…
Pray for the movement in the light

Hey…Hey…There’s a light to guide the way
Hey…Hey…The light has brought another day

For you and I should ever come together
Turn away the hatred in your heart
For we should find a peace to last forever
Find the peace no man can tear apart
May all the world unite
Pray for the movement in the light




March against Violence, Chicago 2015 // 7 Seconds / Spread & Walk Together, Rock Together

March Against Violence in Chicago yesterday…

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7 Seconds / Spread

I grew up with love and affection
Know what it means to spread that infection.
No matter waht may stand in my way.
This energy within, it guides me day by day.
At times when I feel there is no way out.
I’ll bitch. cry. moan. whine. scream and shout.
But what I’d like to see in the world most today.
We’ve got to SPREAD IT! SPREAD IT!
Now I know you must be thinking
There is something wrong.
How could I have the nerve.
To write this song.
Well. it’s like I’ve got this feeling.
Stripped away of pride.
A crazy mixed up feeling.
That I just can’t hide
Emotion is this great thing.
We’ve all got it. let it show.
If u can share emotion.
Then by all means let me know.
And if we wanna make a better world today.

Read more: 7 Seconds – Spread Lyrics | MetroLyrics

7 Seconds / Walk Together, Rock Together

It’s Not The Way We Look
It’s Not Our Stance Our Style Our Hair
Forget Those Stupid Barriers
Take Down That Flag You Wear
Just People Living On
With Different Hearts And Different Minds
If We Live In The Same World
Why Can’t We Stand In The Same Line

If We Can Walk Together
Why Can’t We Rock Together

No I Dont Care
If Your Into Different Bands
No Cause For Such Hatred
I’m Just A Different Man
Pull Off The Cover I Will Too
And Learn TO Understand
With Music Deep Inside
We’ll Make World Our Unity Plan

If We Can Walk Together
Why Can’t We Rock Together

A Label Is A Label
Ddefinition, Nothing More
And Because Of Labels We Have Placed
We Live In Constant War
Destory All That Tradition
And Live Before You Die
Lets Rock Together From Now On
And Never Be Denied

Ministry / So What (live)

Ministry / So What (live)

(…you have had all that money can give you, but that wasn’t enough. You became a thrill seeker… thrill seeker… thrill seeker… thrill seeker… killed for a trick. This thrill-seeking became the one great thing in your life… piling one thrill on another, until, the murder. Killed for the love of killing. Killed for a trick. …A ha ha ha… The thrill-seeker comes from… all walks of life… from a home where the parents are too busy to treat their children with respect… respect… respect. Respect… respect… respect. Killed for a trick. Respect… respect… respect.)

Die, die, die, die
Scum sucking de[BILITATE] debauched
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

(Assassin, assassin… killed for a trick.)

Die, die, die, die
You said it
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I’m alive

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

(Some people think newspapers exaggerate juvenile crime, or that it’s confined mostly to large cities. Juvenile delinquency is authorized cause parents think something has gone wrong with the environment. Adults create the world children live in. Juvenile delinquency is always rooted in adult delinquency. And in this process, parents play a key role. When children grow up among adults who refuse to recognize anything that is fine and good or worthy of respect… Respect… Respect. Killed for a trick.)

Die, die, die, die
So what, it’s your problem
To learn to live with
Destroy us or make us saints

We don’t care, it’s not our fault
That we were born too late
A screaming headache
On the brow of the state

Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest
We say, we say

So what? So what?
So what? So what?

Now I know what is right
I’ll kill them all if I like
I’m a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It’s too late and I’m ready to fight

Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Fight, fight, fight

So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?