Herewith, another poem--and a video version.
Poem begins here, maybe:
The Constitution and Government — Other rights and powers retained by the people — Propaganda, Politics and the English Language — Excuses for war (casus belli), unanswered 9/11 conspiracy questions — Project Preamble (our children and our public servants recite the Preamble before classes/governmental gatherings begin) — Recapture power from our broken government — Divert taxes into our states' coffers, away from D.C.
Baez - Donna Donna (Tzeitlin/Secunda)
Here's a mature Joanie in concert 14July07, Abenberg, Germany.Herewith, another poem--and a video version.
john sidney mccain iii mccain, mccain — the man’s insane; the vc got ’im and broke his brain. THE FAMILY BUSINESS Dynasty three. Live nasty; elite. Got into Annapolis (just barely, for III). They joined with the Navy, They went with the fleets. There's John Sidney I, (The First in the string), And John Sidney II, (The Second —"junior" is not a dynasty thing), Then John Sidney III, (The Third — is there one more?). And the third is the worst, in a word, ’Cuz he has old scores to settle, wounds that won't heal. Wants to get his own back, To even the score, With captors who tortured and tortured some more. All of the Sidneys, I, II and III, In family business, all went to sea. And the family business It's the Business of War. Whee. THE MAN WITH THE FUNNY NAME They call him Obama. Is he from Yokohama? Yo mama! WHAT'S GOOD FOR GENERAL MOTORS IS GOOD FOR THE UNITED STATES, REDUX What's Good for Halliburton is Good for Dick Cheney. Thank Thor they're not related, Or Dick gets rewarded for the war he created. JOHN SIDNEY III & PTSD Doc, can you give me some signs — Some clues that might tell Whether John Sidney Three Has PTSD? Sure. One good way to tell's If the man likes to yell, Can't tamp down his temper Has outbursts with friends. Or his behavior's erratic, Contradictory, Much chaff and static; He'll say 'Regulation's bad, regulation must end'; And then, 'Regulate we must, Or our economy is dust!' He'll tell you that orange is white, But white morphs to green After his very next flight. Or, if when debating a topic He seems misanthropic, Is rude to his foes, Won't make eye-beams lock, And glares at the host, Or stares at his toes. Or if he won't say folk’s names, Or just snarls, “My Friends.” He doesn't know 'em at all, For him, they're just means, A means to his ends. Or he's locked in the past, Tells war stories again, Over and over, almost without end. The cancer that bulged out John's jaw Is mortality's reminder, harsh, ugly and raw. He'll hide medical secrets, All the pills that he takes. And he'll try to conceal That his hands have the shakes. You have to observe, just watch with great care, and note well what you see as it's often quite hard to spot PTSD.