I posted a pic sometime back of elite neocon and rules-based order broker ‘Tony’ Blinken jamming out on guitar in his shitty post-cool way.<\/p>\n
Apparently he was at it again, in Kiev, with the guy who is only officially the president of Ukraine for the next four days, more or less.<\/p>\n
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This time he carefully chose that Neil Young song (separate covidian irony alert) about rocking and the free world<\/a>.<\/p>\n Sure he did. Of course he did.<\/p>\n Alex Christofouru doesn’t think Blinken was listening very closely to Mr. Young’s lyrics, or what they really and actually mean.<\/p>\n Let me help refresh him, you, and myself.<\/p>\n Colors on the street Keep on rocking in the free world Anthony Blinken and his entire class, economic and political and Dem-partisan, don’t give one grunting shit<\/em> about any of what that song is about.<\/p>\n He’s just cynically using the chorus, the title, to try and help prop up the propaganda, and the money-laundering operation, that makes him and his friends richer every day, over there fighting The Putin.<\/p>\n He’s gonna lose the war. But the darkness of it is that he doesn’t care about that either<\/em>.<\/p>\n The point of ‘rocking in the free world’ is just to keep it going as long as possible, in order to wring out of Ukraine every possible drop of blood money before the whole thing collapses like twin towers, as it inevitably will, and sooner rather than later.<\/p>\n The young men of that country, the old men, even some of the women now, are being sacrificed to Moloch for gold, for car elevators, for lifestyles of decadent luxury far away from the killing fields, here in the home. Of. The. Brave.<\/p>\n This fucking clown guitarist\/Secretary is one of Moloch’s favored priests for the crafting of this literally demonic ritual, this cheap perversion of good poetry for twisted ends. <\/p>\n Now my darling … <\/p>\n Explain to me all about how I have to vote for these evil motherfuckers come November, because orangeman so so very very bad.<\/p>\n
\nRed, white, and blue<\/em>
\nPeople shuffling their feet
\nPeople sleeping in their shoes
\nThere’s a warning sign in the road ahead
\nThere’s a lot of people saying we’d be better off dead
\nDon’t feel like satan, but I am to them
\nSo I try forget them any way I can
\n…
\nI see a girl in the night
\nwith a baby in her hands
\nUnder an old street light
\nnear a garbage can
\nNow she put her kid away, she’s gone to get a hit
\nShe hates her life, and what she’s done with it
\nThat’s one more kid, that’ll never go to school
\nNever get to fall in love, never get to be cool<\/strong>
\n…
\nWe got a thousand points of light
\nFor the homeless man<\/a>
\nWe got a kinder, a gentler machine gun hand<\/em>
\nWe got department stores, and toilet paper
\nStyrofoam garbage for the ozone layer
\nWe got a man of the people, says people for life
\nGot fuel to burn, got roads to drive<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nkeep on rocking in the free world
\nkeep on rocking in the free world
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