domingo, janeiro 09, 2011

Not For Want Of Trying




"Everybody knows things are bad. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth... banks are going bust... shop-keepers keep a gun under the counter... punks are running wild on the street and there's nobody anywhere that seems to know what to do. And there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat... we sit watching our T.V.s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes -- as if that's the way it's supposed to be!

We know things are bad; worse than bad. They're crazy! It's like everything, everywhere is going crazy. So, we don't go out anymore; we sit in the house and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and we say: Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms... let me have my toaster and my T.V. and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything -- just leave us alone.

But I'm not gonna leave you alone...
I WANT YOU TO GET MAD!

I don't want you to protest and I don't want you to riot or write your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians or the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad...
you've got to say: I'm a human being -- Goddamn it -- my life has value!

I want you to get up now, I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up, right now, and go to the window -- open it and stick your head out and yell:
I'M AS MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

2 comentários:

Street Fighting Man disse...

depois de ler este texto (uma vez mais), com a voz do sócrates, por música de fundo, a dizer que está tudo bem com o país, que vamos cumprir as metas propostas e não existe nenhuma pressão externa, aprecebi-me da dimensão do marasmo em que se vive neste sítio. os cidadãos esclarecidos borrados de medo até ao tutano, malucos a matar malucos, bandidos a assaltar joelharias como quem pica o ponto, o stand-up político em horário nobre e a única merda que nos deixa mesmo chateados é futebol. "as if that's the way it's supposed to be!"

COSMONAUT disse...

Bad Brains . Regulator

You tell me what to say and when to say it,
You tell me what to do and how to do it,
And if I ask you why, you'll arrest me,
And if I call you lie, you'll detest me,
You control what I'll be, you control who I see,
And if I let you, you'll control me,
You're the man who owns all the keys to the stores,
You're the man who always wants so much more,
You're the Regulator,
You're the Regulator,
You're the Regulator,
You're the Regulator.