Naturally, we can’t forget Mike McNulty’s Waco: The Rules of Engagement[1] —
— and McNulty’s follow-up film, Waco: A New Revelation[2] —
Today we remember that on Monday, 19 April 1993, the Clinton Administration was so concerned about child welfare that they were willing to kill 27 kids by asphyxiation, incineration, and automatic-weapons fire to get at three adults accused of tax and paperwork violations.
“Any state, any entity, any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of man, that state is obsolete.”
— Rod Serling (June 2, 1961)
Tucker by and large hits the nail on the head, and proceeds to drive it all the way in on the first smack of the hammer.
The self-appointed Ruling Classholes — the Bushes, the Romneys, the Clintons, Bill the Original Weldist — don’t care in the slightest about you, your family, or your friends beyond the extant that you care about a beer bottle.
When the beer bottle is empty, you toss it in the trash.
That’s the same way that the Classwipes view anyone who isn’t in their worldwide super-clique — as expendable and disposable, to be tossed aside at a whim.
Just put aside their hypocritical appeals to your altruistic side, your “better nature,” that they spout when they expect you to fall for their anti-liberty schemes
NO, they’re not going to take care of you when the proverbial fecal matter strikes the fan. Either they’ll spend the time holed up in a resort somewhere, waiting it out, or they’ll be too busy looking out for themselves and their own.
Why should I wait, what is left there for me? I come to claim To win the game Why should I plea for my fair and right move? I come to play I come to stay
I don’t wanna bitch around no more I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right My god-given right
Why should I lose if I am meant to win? I know I can I’ve got a plan All that they told me is right and so wrong I went through schools Found my own rules
I don’t wanna bitch around no more I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right
My god-given right It’s my god-given right My god-given right It’s my god-given right
It’s my god-given right To stand and fight For what I like It’s my god-given brain That cried in pain Would I resign There’s nothing to gain If I would restrain There’s nothing to find If I stay behind It’s my right My god-given right
The site blabbermouth.net[1] quotes Oliver Sommer, who directed the video for the title track:
“The story tells itself with the first look on the artwork: it seems to be a film still and you only have to press the ‘play’ button. So the female protagonist flees – reminiscences to different (post)apocalyptic films and stories are deliberated – from an army of robotic pumpkin soldiers through an empty world. On the other side, the band performs in frightfully beautiful, rocked out ambience. When the tough girl realizes that she won’t escape, she turns around and kills her chasers with a grenade which looks like the torch from the Statue of Liberty . . . It is immersed in snow on the cover artwork and in sand in the clip.”
I’m wondering if I’m the only one who notices that the “pumpkin soldiers” bear a slight resemblance to Imperial Stormtroopers from the Star Wars franchise . . . ?
And don’t get on my case about the tactical idiocies (cover and concealment? what’s that?) in this one — it’s a music video made by Europeans, fer Chrissakes.
Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today Stay out of my business and keep to yourself Got to do things my own way Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations A never-ending hunger to control Choking out the life of your own population Abusing the power you hold
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death to our Independence
Death to those who fight Death to our Constitution and the Bill of Rights Showing no regard for the way things ought to be Stripping away rights from you and me
The Founding Fathers would be rollling in their graves If they could see what you are doing to this place The next thing to go is our Freedom of Speech So I’ll speak up while I still can and maximize my reach
Power Control For the Power Control
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
I find it hard to believe Some things are better left unsaid Is this the land of the free? Democracy is Dead
Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today Stay out of my business and keep to yourself Got to do things my own way Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations A never-ending hunger to control Choking out the life of your own population Abusing the power you hold
Power Control For the Power Control
Power Control For the Power Control
Give me liberty or Death
“When the people fear the government there is tyranny, when the government fears the people there is liberty” – Thomas Jefferson
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