My name is little Billy White, And I know what's wrong and I know what's right
An' the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!"
An' if they don't give us a couple of bob, Won't even give you a decent job
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down
from the Jarrow Song by Alan Price

That’s the trick with a crowd,
Get ‘em into the street and get ‘em moving.
And all the time, there were people going
Down there, over the river.

There was a man there talking,
To a thousand, just a short speech, and
Then move ‘em on. And he said:
Yes, these people, they are all right, they
Can do everything, everything except act;
And go an’ hear ‘em but when they are through
Come to the bolsheviki…

And when it broke, there was the crowd there,
And the cossacks, just as always before,
But one thing, the cossacks said:
“Pojalouista.”
And that got round in the crowd,
And then a lieutenant of infantry
Ordered ‘em to fire into the crowd,
in the square at the end of the Nevsky,
In front of the Moscow station,
And they wouldn’t,
And he pulled his sword on a student for laughing,
And killed him,
And a cossack rode out of his squad
On the other side of the square
And cut down the lieutenant of infantry
And there was the revolution…
as soon as they named it.

And you can’t make ‘em,
Nobody knew it was coming. They were
all ready, the old gang, Guns on the top of the post-office and the palace,
But none of the leaders knew it was coming.

And there were some killed at the barracks,
But that was between the troops.

So we used to hear it at the opera
That they wouldn’t be under Haig;
and that the advance was beginning;
That it was going to begin in a week.
from Canto XVI by Ezra Pound,

In a regime of Grand Larceny, petty larceny ranks as conformity.
The Assassinated Press

London Is Burning: What the rich have wrought.
Riots spread through UK capital city, rest of country.
Coming Soon to a Kleptocratic Municipality Near You.

By MIKE BAKUNIN & PETE KROPOTKIN
The Assassinated Press
Monday, August 08, 2011

Police last night appeared to be losing the battle to take back control of London’s streets as violence, rioting and looting escalated across the capital.

And today spme government stooge named Sally Lively made the statement that “the looting was not being done out of need, but out of greed.”

If that’s the prevailing sentiment among Britain’s ruling class, I say burn the fucking city to the ground. A real catharsis of empire is in order. If Ms. Lively’s statement is to be taken seriously, then an ethical cleansing of the sort we’re seing in London is certainly in order. And who the fuck is she to make such a judgment. The time is quickly arriving when the Quislings and Vichy better learn to keep their fuckin' mouths shut.

In a regime of Grand Larceny, petty larceny ranks as conformity.

These looters don’t even have cars much less private jets. While here in the US whores of the kleptocracy put out reports that the poor in this country are not truly poor because some 80% of them possess refrigerators. These rich fucks won’t be satisfied until we’re all using root cellars and picking cotton. All of us except for them.

Fuck you don't need a rational for this. Its too obvious for words.

People around the world are sensing this. Even the toadies who now hide behind the Koch Brothers’ skirts and pray. The rich have declared war on everyone else and in the past year the first salvos were struck. Now, people are fighting back. Not out of any ideology but out of that first nascent whiff of their own extinction. Kill or be killed.

Where did the kids in the riots get their values? Judging from what the looting, western materialist culture. Too much advertising, mindless repetition thereof and tabloid babloids. Murdoch didn’t raise no ascetics.

What if a young girl steals a half dozen frocks. Fuck. Ain’t she bombarded by an avalanche of images of starlets, singers and socialites with the ethics of gypsies buying $60,000 gowns?

And doesn’t the conflagration in the Londion Streets resemble the torching of MOVE in Philadelphia or the Branch Davidians in Waco not to mention the bombing of Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan, Yemen etc. etc. ad nauseam. Lessons well taught ruling class. Now, suck on it.

Add to that that “If you ain’t got nothin’, you’ve got nothin’ to lose,” and yes, my dear sweet kleptocratic shits: You may have pushed the world over the edge last stock derivative fuck up. Ain’t life grand?

Now, it’s a race between man made or natural extinction. But with the kleptocrats anti-social behavior toward the environment, It a ppears that an onward rush toward a final dissolution will borrow from camps.

May we soon see the rich with their heads on pikes. Any reasonable god would not demand less of his creation.

THE JARROW SONG
(Composer : Alan Price)
Alan Price

My name is Geordie McIntyre, An' the Bairns don't even have a fire
So the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!"
And if they don't give us half a chance , Don't even give us a second glance
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down

Come on follow the Geordie boys, They'll fill your heart with joy
They're marching for their freedom now
Come on follow the Jarrow lads, They'll make your heart feel glad
They're singing now, yes now is the hour

My name is little Billy White, And I know what's wrong and I know what's right
An' the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!"
An' if they don't give us a couple of bob, Won't even give you a decent job
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down

Come on follow the Geordie boys, They'll fill your heart with joy
They're marching for their freedom now
Come on follow the Jarrow lads, The joy'll make your heart feel glad
They're singing now, yes now is the hour

Well I can hear them an' I can feel them
An' it's as just as if they were here today
I can see them, I can feel them
An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today

Not all came here to stay their way and die
But they would come and hit you in the eye
Now's the time to realize that time goes on
Nothin' changes, changes, changes

Now I can feel them, I can see them
An' it's as just as if they were here today
I can feel them and I need them
An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today

Not all that people stay their way and die
But they would come and hit you in the eye
Now's the time to realize that time goes on
And nothin' changes, changes, changes

My name is little Alan Price, I tried to be nice all of my life
But I'm afraid that up to date it doesn't work
Because when you lay some money down, The people try to put you down
Now where do I stand, either side or not

Come on follow this Geordie boy, He'll try and fill your heart with joy
We're marching for our freedom now
Come on follow this Jarrow lad, He'll try and make your heart feel glad
We're sayin' it now, yes now is the hour


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