The men in black pants and bleached white shirts thread.

[K-Dog]

If They ever visit you.

1) Welcome to an exclusive club.

2) If you are like me, naive, then the experience may feel something like this:

As Saul journeyed he came near Damascus, and suddenly a light shone around him from heaven.
Saul fell to the ground.  Saul heard a voice saying to him,

"Saul, Saul, what the fuck is the matter with you.  Are you stupid?"

And thou will know that American life is not what you thought it was.



No sirree!

3) You may be in deep shit.  But if you have not broken any laws, try and have a good laugh after you get over the trauma.  A year to eighteen months should be about right for that.

4) And you now have lifelong friends.  Isn't that fucking nice.


So, we needed a Security State Surveillance thread and here it is. 

Now with this introduction complete, we have content:

I followed the link and signed the form.  Please, so should you ! *

And you can find me at the Spreading Chestnut Tree.  Awaiting my fate.

They have one in Seattle.  Branches all over.

Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree

* Not that it really matters at the end of the day.  They have us all bent over a barrel.  They can give us the big one any time they want.

[K-Dog]

Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree

This is taken from a nursery rhyme of the time Orwell was growing up ("The Chestnut Tree" by Glen Miller 1939), much like he took the line "oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements." The references to these cultural cornerstones of the time are meant to stress that in Winston's world, no one remembers the true versions anymore; they have been tainted by the "falsification of the past" so that no one can learn from history to see what the future holds.   

The original lyrics are as follows: "Underneath the spreading chestnut tree/ I loved him and he loved me/ There I used to sit up on his knee/ ´Neath the spreading chestnut tree." The change of the lyrics is slight, but quite meaningful. Love is not permitted by party members.  Instead, they are encouraged to turn in anyone suspect of any crime against Big Brother, thus they end up selling each other out (as Winston does later with Julia and as Rutherford, Aaronson, and Jones have done as mentioned in Part I, ch. 7) thus switching the word "loved" to "sold."

Glen Miller Original

The second change is in the word "lie" as we find out that Winston once held evidence to prove that the confessions of these three men were lies (Part I, ch. 7) and the confessions Julia and Winston make are lies as well.

[K-Dog]

Believe David.



I hope David can put his paranoia aside and sing a happier song.

At the end of the day we are all stardust.

Why would ze deep state fuck with a musician?  Lyrics comrades, have a listen.

*Note the original lyrics of 'Rich Men North of Richmond' are modified as the original has some bullshit which needs to be trimmed out.  The tune makes my point but, one of David's own tunes speaking directly to class struggle in America (not allowed here) might make my point better.

[K-Dog]

About changing the lyrics.

[K-Dog]

A great answer song.

Overtime hours for bullshit pay.

Tis how we waste our lives away.

'Rich men making north of a million wanna keep the working folk down.

[K-Dog]

An essay that only can be better written down.  It has some quotables I'd like to cut an paste.

Did you strike a blow against the empire?

[K-Dog]

I started this thread B-4 the Republicrat Convection.  It seems the song was used as the theme for their dog and pony show.

The You Tube algorithm was good to me.  It explains why the Republicrats like it.  The 'problematic' lyrics.

The only down side of the video is that it turned into a Demorat commercial.

[K-Dog]

Eddie Liger is worth a listen.  Bear with him.  He might be able to interview Anthony when he gets off work at 6PM.  Rich Men North of Richmond is written by a factory worker.  And featured at the Republican Convention.



Look outside.  Does it look flat?  So where do you suppose you might be?  But do not despair.  Despite bizzaro land, the negation of the negation suggests their are intelligent voices out there.  Eddie Liger is one.