FORWARD TO APRIL 29th!  PITCHFORKS  FLAMING BRANDS  TAR BARRELS EFFIGIES  UNTUGGED FORELOCKS

Hmmm…it’s probably too early to suggest this, but I’m wondering whether the fluffy, occupy, peaceful peaceful, Kerensky summer stage might be coming to an end…

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and why might that be………….passionate piece from Johnny Void here:

thanks to dave smith

http://truthout.org/underclass-wont-wait-join-obamas-ev…

1
You people can watch while I’m scrubbing these floors
And I’m scrubbin’ the floors while you’re gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy Southern town, in this crummy old hotel
But you’ll never guess to who you’re talkin’.
No. You couldn’t ever guess to who you’re talkin’.
Then one night there’s a scream in the night
And you’ll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin’ while I’m scrubbin’
And you say, “What’s she got to grin?”
I’ll tell you.

There’s a ship, the black freighter
with a skull on its masthead
will be coming in.

2
You gentlemen can say, “Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What’s wrong with you! Earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
and look out to the ships
But I’m counting your heads
as I’m making the beds
Cuz there’s nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody! Nobody!
Then one night there’s a scream in the night
And you say, “Who’s that kicking up a row?”
And ya see me kinda starin’ out the winda
And you say, “What’s she got to stare at now?”
I’ll tell ya.

There’s a ship, the black freighter
turns around in the harbor
shootin’ guns from her bow

3
Now you gentlemen can wipe that smile off your face
‘Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin’ place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, “Why do they spare that one?”
Yes, that’s what you say.
“Why do they spare that one?”
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair.

And the ship, the black freighter
runs a flag up its masthead
and a cheer rings the air

4
By noontime the dock is a-swarmin’ with men
comin’ out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows where no one can see
And they’re chainin’ up people and they’re bringin’ em to me
askin’ me, “Kill them NOW, or LATER?”
Askin’ ME! “Kill them now, or later?”
Noon by the clock
and so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
I’ll say, “Right now.
Right now!”
Then they’ll pile up the bodies
And I’ll say,
“That’ll learn ya!”

And the ship, the black freighter
disappears out to sea
And on it is me.

Anyone got new words for the old nursery rhyme:

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.

Anarchist’s Call to Occupy Hester’s Garden

It seems that Stephen Hester’s bowing to public and political pressure to refuse his bonus was not enough to satisfy those who believe that anything less than burning bankers on a pyre is too good for them.