Comments by "Gary S. Seth" (@GLORYNEVADASMITH) on "The Jimmy Dore Show"
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Chris Matthews , Hey Buddy you have your World War Two analogy confused . It's 1944 not 1940 ,The Liberation of France and The City of Lights has begun .
The Allied Expeditionary Forces - Bernie Sanders Our Revolution - has successfully secured lodgment on the Normandy Beachhead and is moving inland . On March 3rd , a successful breakout from the Bocage Country will occur ( Operation Cobra ) . The Allies are about to push the Axis Forces into full retreat thereby Liberating All of France and The City Of Lights .
" What the Money Stream Media call the establishment of electability is over. I expect the Battle for the Democratic Presidential nomination is about to begin in earnest. Upon this battle depends the survival of our Democratically elected Representative Republic . Upon this depends our own American life and the continuity of our institutions and our society . The full fury and might of our oligarchic and kleptocratic adversaries must soon be turned upon us : Donald Trump ; The remnants of the Clinton Global Illuminati and their avatars , like Joe Biden , Bloomberg , and Obama ; and other corporate self styled " Progressives for a Day " in the DNC ; know they must break us in Our Political Revolution or lose their political initiative. If we can stand up to them , all Americans may soon be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad , sunlit uplands . But if we fail , then the United Stares , including the whole world , including all that we have known and cared for , will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister , and perhaps more protracted , by the lights of perverted Information Age technology . Let us therefore brace ourselves to our civic duties, and so bear ourselves that when : Bernie Sanders' Our political revolution is successful ; and if the American Republic lasts a thousand years , people will still say " This Was Their Finest Hour "
G.S. Churchill
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When you're a Cop,
You're a Cop all the way
From your first Busted skull
To your last full days pay .
When you're a Cop,
If the shit hits the fan,
You got bangers around,
You're a Klan kinda man .
You're never alone,
You're never unprotected.
You only fight for your own—
When empathy's expected,
Humanity gets disrespected!
Then you are set
With a capital $,
Which you'll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you're a Cop,
You stay
A Cop !
When you're a Cop,
You're the top Dog around ,
You're the gold-medal kid
With the heavyweight crown!
When you're a Cop,
You swing at the littlest thing.
Little boy, you're a man;
Little man, you're a king!
The Cops are in gear,
Our cylinders are clickin'!
The Blacks'll steer clear,
'Cause ev'ry Civilian
'S another victim .
Here come the Cops
Like a bat out of hell—
Someone gets in our way,
Someone gets sent to hell !
Here come the Cops ,
Little world, step aside,
Better go Quarantine ,
Better run, better hide!
We're drawin' the line,
So keep your opinions hidden!
We're hangin' a sign
Says "Freedom is Forbidden,"
And we ain't kiddin'!
Here come the Cops-
Yeah! And we're gonna beat
Every last Fuckin' mutt
On the whole Fuckin' street!
On the whole—!
Ever—!
Mother—!
Lovin'—!
Street!
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" ... I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
Been away so long I early knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu hey hu, hey, ah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR ... "
The Beatles
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Oh, Bernie Boy , the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Bernie Boy , oh Bernie Boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
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