Revolution

by d 11 Replies latest watchtower beliefs

  • d
    d

    An tutuor who I am good friends with said to me recently "Pretty soon there will be a revolution here in the U.S, because the poor are going to get tired of getting screwed over.I think with the way things are we might start some violence in the U.S such as what is going on in Wisconsin with the labor protests.Give me your thoughts on what you think.

  • d
    d

    Yes it is only a matter of time.

  • d
  • Robdar
    Robdar

    I have a friend on the west coast (teabagger) who is preparing for the revolution even as we speak. His whole neighborhood is prepared for it. I am not kidding, they are prepared.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGaRtqrlGy8

    The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Lyrics

    You Will Not Be Able To Stay Home, Brother.
    you Will Not Be Able To Plug In, Turn On And Drop Out.
    you Will Not Be Able To Lose Yourself On Skag And Skip,
    skip Out For Beer During Commercials
    because The Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Brought To You By Xerox
    in 4 Parts Without Commercial Interruption.
    the Revolution Will Not Show You Pictures Of Nixon
    blowing A Bugle And Leading A Charge By John Mitchell,
    general Abrams And Spiro Agnew To Eat
    hog Maws Confiscated From A Harlem Sanctuary.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

    the Revolution Will Be Brought To You By The Schaefer Award Theatre And
    will Not Star Natalie Wood And Steve Mcqueen Or Bullwinkle And Julia.
    the Revolution Will Not Give Your Mouth Sex Appeal.
    the Revolution Will Not Get Rid Of The Nubs.
    the Revolution Will Not Make You Look Five Pounds
    thinner, Because The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, Brother.

    there Will Be No Pictures Of You And Willie Mays
    pushing That Cart Down The Block On The Dead Run,
    or Trying To Slide That Color Television Into A Stolen Ambulance.
    nbc Will Not Predict The Winner At 8:32or The Count From 29 Districts.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

    there Will Be No Pictures Of Pigs Shooting Down
    brothers In The Instant Replay.
    there Will Be No Pictures Of Young Being
    run Out Of Harlem On A Rail With A Brand New Process
    there Will Be No Slow Motion Or Still Life Of
    roy Wilkens Strolling Through Watts In A Red, Black And
    green Liberation Jumpsuit That He Had Been Saving
    for Just The Right Occasion
    green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, And
    hooterville Junction Will No Longer Be So Damned Relevant,
    andwomen Will Not Care If Dick Finally Gets Down With
    jane On Search For Tomorrow Because Black People
    will Be In The Street Looking For A Brighter Day.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

    there Will Be No Highlights On The Eleven O'clock News
    and No Pictures Of Hairy Armed Women Liberationists And
    jackie Onassis Blowing Her Nose.
    the Theme Song Will Not Be Written By Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key,
    nor Sung By Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash,
    englebert Humperdink, Or The Rare Earth.

    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised

    the Revolution Will Not Be Right Back After A Message
    about A Whitetornado, White Lightning, Or White People.
    you Will Not Have To Worry About A Germ On Your Bedroom,
    a Tiger In Your Tank, Or The Giant In Your Toilet Bowl.
    the Revolution Will Not Go Better With Coke.
    the Revolution Will Not Fight The Germs That Cause Bad Breath.
    the Revolution Will Put You In The Driver's Seat.
    the Revolution Will Not Be Televised,

    will Not Be Televised,Will Not Be Televised.

    the Revolution Will Be No Re-Run Brothers;
    the Revolution Will Be Live.

  • Satanus
    Satanus

    Wow. Like the french revolution? Get out the gillotines.

    Pink floyd did an album on this called animals. The pigs are the top predators. The dogs, their lackeys. The sheep, their prey.

    The lyrics:

    Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

    And after a while, you can work on points for style.
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
    So that when they turn their backs on you,
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
    get older.
    And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
    Hide your head in the sand,
    Just another sad old man,
    All alone and dying of cancer.

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
    And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
    around.
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
    Dragged down by the stone.

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
    If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
    maze?

    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And everything's done under the sun,
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

    Who was born in a house full of pain.
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
    Who was told what to do by the man.
    Who was broken by trained personnel.
    Who was fitted with collar and chain.
    Who was given a pat on the back.
    Who was breaking away from the pack.
    Who was only a stranger at home.
    Who was ground down in the end.
    Who was found dead on the phone.
    Who was dragged down by the stone.

    --

    Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters) 11:26

    Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
    You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
    And when your hand is on your heart,
    You're nearly a good laugh,
    Almost a joker,
    With your head down in the pig bin,
    Saying "Keep on digging."
    Pig stain on your fat chin.
    What do you hope to find.
    When you're down in the pig mine.
    You're nearly a laugh,
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry.

    Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
    You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
    You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
    You're nearly a good laugh,
    Almost worth a quick grin.
    You like the feel of steel,
    You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
    And good fun with a hand gun.
    You're nearly a laugh,
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry.

    Hey you, Whitehouse,
    Ha ha charade you are.
    You house proud town mouse,
    Ha ha charade you are
    You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
    You're nearly a real treat,
    All tight lips and cold feet
    And do you feel abused?
    .....! .....! .....! .....!
    You gotta stem the evil tide,
    And keep it all on the inside.
    Mary you're nearly a treat,
    Mary you're nearly a treat
    But you're really a cry.

    --

    Sheep (Waters) 10:19

    Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
    Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
    You better watch out,
    There may be dogs about
    I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
    Things are not what they seem.

    What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
    Meek and obedient you follow the leader
    Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
    What a surprise!
    A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
    Now things are really what they seem.
    No, this is no bad dream.

    The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
    He makes me down to lie
    Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
    With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
    He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
    He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
    For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
    When cometh the day we lowly ones,
    Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
    Master the art of karate,
    Lo, we shall rise up,
    And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

    Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
    Wave upon wave of demented avengers
    March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

    Have you heard the news?
    The dogs are dead!
    You better stay home
    And do as you're told.
    Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

    ---

    Think it's time to put on the album.

    S

  • Robdar
    Robdar

    Damn! Animals is a great album, er CD, especially when in altered states.

  • Satanus
    Satanus

    Album, cd, whatever. I have it all on my puter. If you're not already in an altered state, it will put you there. They were prescient w it, i believe. I just didn't think it would come this soon. Maybe it's a series of small 'incidents'.

    S

  • Robdar
    Robdar
    Maybe it's a series of small 'incidents'.

    Perhaps. It could get interesting in the US if people turn off their tv and put down their porn.

  • Satanus
    Satanus

    You mean, if i put down my porn, i would pick up a gun?

    S

  • Robdar
    Robdar

    What? You mean you don't pick up your "gun" the same time you pick up your porn?

    Good night Satanus. I'm going off to slumberland.

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