Just wondering...

... if Trump does become incapacitated, what's Mike Pence's golf handicap?

Do you too have the notion that folks who wouldn't wish something bad like this on their absolute worst enemy are people who have never actually had an absolute worst enemy?

Indeed I'm an atheist, but I can't help but think maybe Ruth Bader Ginsburg just won her first court case against god.

hmm...?

Just wondering if he gargles with that does it count as anal bleaching?

INDEED!

... and this too:

Thanks!
I'm sitting at a rather safe distance of 6 time zones.

As I view the hot mess of which I'm not obsessed...

"I'll say it again, in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice

Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice

In ancient Rome
There was a poem
About a dog
Who found two bones
He peeked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
Then he dropped dead

Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want"

Indeed... I feel sorry for Covid-19. That poor disease is now infected by a bigly badly case 'Agent Orange Julius'. I hope the disease can recover soon.

Perhaps I should send Covid-19 my 'thoughtless prayers'?

Consider this... he probably has it, but what if it's a stunt?

It just 'proves' his invulnerability and makes Covid-19 seem like nothing, as well as gives him an excuse to no longer have to debate Biden.

If he dies from it, well, blame it on the 'deep state' as an assassination.

If only Melania dies, well he gets the divorce he wants with a plus of public sympathy and he gets to finally date his daughter.

Hey... we're talking Republican campaign strategy.

At worst he fakes his death, then suddenly reappears after 3 days.

It's been done before and mankind has suffered the consequences for such fake news since over 2000 years.

Popcorn anyone?

I'm simply not as 'deep', but it's sincerity for 'that man' s deep...

... from 2011 (taken out of original context).



I'm so tired
Of your lies
And the evil things
You're doing behind my back

Are there crimes
That you have never committed?
I doubt it, sometimes I wonder
When will you die?

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

But there's one thing
That everyone's wondering
When will you die?

Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah)
And all the banks will close (yeah)
Each year we'll mark the date (yeah)
On which we celebrate (yeaah)

I know how
I know why
I can picture every part
Of your comeuppance, except

For the one remaining
Piece of the puzzle
Which is when you'll die

This is Dan
And that's Dan
And that's Marty on the drums
To complete the band

And I'm John
And he is also John
And all of us are wondering
When you're gonna die

Still you live
You go on
But you're running out the clock
And if we knew how long

I'd be counting down the days
Until the lovely one
On which you're gone

On that promised morning
We will wake and greet the dawn
Knowing that your wicked life is over
And that we will carry on

We'll exhale
We'll high five
We will know at last
How great it is to be alive

We'll be lining up
And buying tickets
And then we'll be jumping
Up and down on your grave

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

And the only way to mitigate
Would be to know the date
You're scheduled to vacate
When are you going to die?
Look me in the eye
Tell me when you'll die

... and this too.

Seems somehow appropriate...

I have to say this is all very informative, this referring to this thread...

Regarding the debates, I decided not to watch (I mean honestly, when was the last time any actual content was stated in a debate?), but rather watch the part that matters.. the fallout.

In politics the cause is of less value than the effect; thus fallout is what matters. (Dogs will wag.)

So far my take is that the candidates must have acted like typical modern Americans, locked in a battle of egos, simply yelling at one another in a very rude and disruptive manner in an effort to dig divides and foxholes even deeper... for the sake of the greater good.

I take it for the viewing public this was simply a '(not so) fun house mirror' being held up to the general pubic and they seemed not to like their own reflections. I'm not too sure how this should be considered disappointing and I think it could be a good thing, but I have to wait for the spin to be spun; thus hope dies eternal.

2020 has been really weird. I'm not happy about Covid-19, but I am happy it cancelled my trips to the USA and I hope that I have no reason to compel me to fly over that way anytime soon.

I know I never supported the notion of a wall being built by the USA, that Mexico was suppose to pay for, but honestly I could get behind the rest of the world financing a dome over the entire USA to keep America's shit held within. A live video feed from inside the Dumber Dome would be entertaining... kind of a 'Hunger Games' meets up with the 'Purge', but with the cast of 'Idiocracy' rather than 'Mad Max'.

Let's face it... it would be funny if it wasn't real, but America, with it's built in sense of denial of whatever is uncomfortable and inconvenient, isn't really well suited for reality TV.

Anyway... thanks for the thread and all the 'information'. It helps keep my travel advisory updated. ;)

Indeed...

Hmm...

“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

The life and times of Richard Buckminster Fuller...

... a perfect design.



[Intro: Richard Buckminster Fuller]
Ah, nevermind that space stuff, let’s get down to earth!

[Verse 1: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
What is the architect doing?
He is by the riverside
What is he thinking out there?
He is committing egocide
Now isn't that a strange thing?
Well to him it feels just
Well, we guess a person's gotta do
What a person feels he must

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Verse 2: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
Now the man has understood
That outer space is overrated and too
About all the problems on this earth we should
Worry now to solve them later
And so he's brooding and alluding on a perfect design
He thinks that working on behalf of himself is a crime
He flushes out by the water, a view so divine
He's the architect of his own fate, a man in his prime

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Bridge: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
I think it’s touch and go, and I think we’re going to make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it

And so he drew himself a pentagon
Thinking it through a geodesic dome
From the coast of Tahiti, to the hills of Rome
Step aside, ‘cause the man will take the Nobel prize home

[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution

Now, if these aspirations bother you
Well you are just you, you don't have a clue
I'm sticking to the plan; I will see it through
Let there be no confusion

'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect

I'll certainly give you this one. There's something quite genuine and sincere in this song.
I'm a long time punk fan and honestly I find there are quite a few hidden gems in this genre.

I'd say it's a linguistic problem. If the problems of objective sciences are grouped together, then aren't we just using the term 'sub-set' when really we are just creating a blanket term for those problems? — MSC

How about it being a genetic fallacy? (provided the genetic fallacy is a fallacy)

I'll watch the video very soon. — MSC

It does certainly encompass the magnitude of the gist of (probably all of) my posts. ;)

Only problems of language, mathematics, ethics and logistics, to name a few. — MSC

Good to know, except some folks (an appeal to an unknown authority - aka: 'weasel words') - get me criticizing my own post before I post it) might suggest that all of those are all subsets of philosophy; thus in the end... philosophical problems, but I suppose that's another 'philosophical problem' for another thread? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oShTJ90fC34

So your answer, if I am understanding it correctly is that there are no philosophical problems? — MSC

Indeed there are philosophical problems... in fact, quite a large number of them.

What it is I find all too often are 'impostors'; extremely poorly asked questions or statements/conclusions that are designed to act as if they were indeed philosophical questions. These 'impostors' demand the attention rather than command attention. Still they tend to attract a good number of folks due to some sort of popular affinity one might share with the notions implied, yet have the implications pimped as 'harmlessly asked' or even worse 'the given without proof', all carefully veiled with a variety of confirmation biases to make them seem 'philosophicalisch'. Indeed they are popular as most are usually soft targets and require less critical thinking or critical self-evaluation.

Well... that didn't make much sense at all, so you see why I stick to the jokes. Believe me, no matter how far I toss this statement around (15 meters or more) I certainly won't be 'pleased with myself' or place it in a glass case.

Does humour ever shed light on philosophical problems? — MSC

Humour does quite often sheds unwanted light upon the 'agents' of philosophical problems who prefer to live in the shadow lands (or behind the curtain) and exposes supposed philosophical problems for being poorly asked questions or just statements being stated with a inquisitive tonality (conclusions wearing a questions clothing).

I do hope I failed... success is so boring.

I prefer fail again, try again, try to fail better over any participation trophies...

... or collapsible Javelins (most likely an impulse purchase one late night from the ACME Corporation as recommended by Wile E Coyote - 'Super Genius': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHDO78QfLbE ) in a glass case (something only a helicopter mother can be proud of).

Made me laugh. — MSC

Wow! It feels kind of like the 'good ol' days'.

I'm a refugee from the old 'Philosophy Forums' and, where my philosophical skills lacked quite a bit, I often tried to lighten the mood with a bit of 'non-sequitur' humor. I kind of always sided with Ludi Wittgenstein who said, “A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes."

Not everyone appreciates my lousy humor, but I keep on anyway...

... so I suppose some folks can imagine me as happy. (unintentional intentional poker tell I suppose)

If you wanted me to I could kind of breakdown the allegory and write out my unqualified notions?

Other than watching my 3rd baseball game of the day, I've not a lot to do at the moment.

The reason I included it in the story was to illustrate that appearances and novelty matter to the buyer. — MSC

OK... that I can 'buy' into a bit more. (pun accidental)

... collapsible Javelin. — MSC

As someone who formerly threw the Javelin, you lost me right there...

... and even better LIVE.

Almost deep...



I think positive
Because I am alive because I am alive
I think positive
Because I am alive and as long as I am alive
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop me from thinking
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop, stop, stop, stop
This wave that goes
This wave that goes it comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
I think positive
But it doesn't mean that I don't see it
I think positive because I believe
I do n't believe in uniforms
Nor in sacred clothes
That more than once
They were ready to bless massacres
I don't believe in fraternal hugs
That are confused with chains
I believe only
that between evil and good Good
is stronger
Good, good, good, good
I think positive
Because I am alive, because I am alive
I think positive
Because I am alive and as long as I am alive
And nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop me from thinking
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop, stop, stop, stop
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
Positive
Leaving the square meter
Where everything seems to have to
Look inside things
There is an unknown reality
That asks only for one way
To come out to see the stars
And live the experiences
On my skin, on my skin
I think positive
Because I am alive, because I am alive
I think positive
Because I am alive and as long as I am alive
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop me from thinking
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop, stop, stop, stop
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
Positive
History, mathematics
Italian, geometry
Music, music
Fantasy
I believe that in this world there is
only one great church
That goes from Che Guevara
And reaches Mother Teresa
Passing through Malcolm X
Through Gandhi and San Patrignano
Comes from a priest in the suburbs
That goes on despite the Vatican
I think positive
Because I am alive, because I am alive
I think positive
Because I am alive and as long as I am alive
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop me from thinking
Nothing and no one in the world
Will be able to stop, stop, stop, stop
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave that comes and goes
This wave that goes
This wave
History, mathematics
Italian, geometry
Music, music
Fantasy
History, mathematics
Italian, geometry
Music, music
Fantasy

You could simply read into posts of others what you care to read and try to hijack the conversation.

For example I could suggest that this is an issue of 'Status Anxiety' ...



...and post this to derail the conversation, resulting in making other try to 're-rail' the dialogue or prompt others to run after all sorts of new tangents you have added to the mix.

"Every Time a Friend Succeeds Something Inside Me Dies" - Gore Vidal

Indeed...

You're too warm, I'm too cold
You're too young, i'm too old
You're too poor, I'm too rich
You're too hard, I'm too soft

you're too high, I'm too down.
You're too serious, I'm a clown.
I'll take you down, you take me up
I won't go on but you won't give up

All rubble and ashes.
All smoke and dust.
Everything trick and
scam Everything withered leaves.
Ahaaaaa ...
I'm tired.


You think ahead, I think back.
I'm picking up bad luck, you're just lucky.
You're the greatest, I'm bankrupt
I'm a devil, you're a god.
You bring in the money, I'll throw it out.
You go through the fire, I'm going home.

All rubble and ashes.
All smoke and dust.
Everything trick and
scam Everything withered leaves.
Ahaaaaa ...
I'm tired.

You know the truth, I don't even know you.
You are love, I only love me.
I'm tense, you're so free
You come 2:30 p.m., I'll be at half past two.

All rubble and ashes.
All smoke and dust.
All trick and scam
All smoke and dust.
Ahaaaaa ...
I'm tired.

Summer '89 (He cut holes in the fence)
It was in the summer of '89. August 12th.

It started in Hamburg
in his old, sky blue Ford Granada
Kasseler mountains, Würzburg, Nürnberg, Linz, Vienna
He turned his back on everything
The goal was the Burgenland, the Austrian-Hungarian border
In Mattersburg he bought himself "the best bolt cutter money can buy"
Almost 400 shilling
In Mörbisch am See he checked into the Guest House Peterhof
bought himself a döner and waited for night to fall
shortly after 1:00 there was a knock on the door
the go-between gave him a letter
and disappeared again without saying a word
He committed the letter to memory and set off on foot
Down Ödenburger Street, past the last lanterns
Just before the bend in the dirt road, turn right and go all the way to the end
The last 100 meters farther through the tall grass
into the small forest
Sat tight until the 3:30 border patrol
Flashlight out: 3 long, 2 short
and then in the clearing, he saw them
they came
running

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89

As soon as they were through the fence
they ran as fast as possible with the children
until the last lanterns
14 people, 3 families
no champagne corks, no confetti celebration
only enormous relief and even larger exhaustion
They went together to the bus station, sat down on the benches
and waited on the bus to Vienna at 6:22
they barely spoke due to fatigue
just once one of the children asked him
what the phrase on his Dead Kennedys t-shirt meant
As the bus arrived on time, he gave one of the fathers his Vienna city map
with the German embassy's address circled
He split his last shillings across the 3 families
and wished them a good life
They thanked him with tears in their eyes over and over for everything
in a language and a dialect he could barely understand
He assumed at the time that it was Saxon (1)

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89

Back in Hamburg, a "on the one hand, well, on the other" discussion
at the table of the flat share with his friends
On the one hand, the action was of course well-meaning
because of the families and such
But on the other hand a German reunification and the developments in the last few weeks, a huge mistake
Germany should never again be a power bloc in the middle of Europe
and this helping East German citizens escape
would only contribute to further destabilization of the relationship
So, like I said "the action was from a human perspective understandable
but still wrong."
He slammed his flat hand on the tabletop
and said as quietly as was still possible:
"You all know that that's bullshit
They leave everything behind and they flee and maybe..."
He paused briefly and deliberated
if he should say the last sentence
but not a single word more
A complete hush came over them
The others exchanged looks, some smiled gently
Someone even gingerly put a hand on his shoulder
Seconds passed
He got up, left the room
Jacket, door, stairwell, air
He took his old Ford Granada
and was never seen again
The rest is history

It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
It was in the summer of '89 and he cut holes in the fence
They came for kiwis and bananas
For the constitution and free elections
For real estate with no value
They came for Udo Lindenberg
For the VW with 7 seats
For the bad "East German jokes"
They came for trips around the world
For welfare and Begrüßungsgeld (2)
They came for "know-it-all Western German phrases"
For the new built-in kitchen
and exactly for this dream
he cut holes in the fence

1.Saxon is a dialect of German from Saxony in the east
2.Begrüßungsgeld was money paid by the German federal government (formerly West Germany) to the new citizens from the east after reunification. Literally "welcome money."

Men are Pigs

Hello, darling, I love you.
You're the only one for me.
It think the others are all dumb.
That's why I'm courting you.
You're so different, totally special.
I always notice such a thing quickly.
Now undress and lie down.
Soon it'll be dark, soon it'll be nighttime.
A word of warning is advisable:

Men are pigs,
Don't trust them, my child,
They all want just one thing,
'Cuz that's just how men are.

A man doesn't feel like a man until
he can take care of you.
He lies like a trooper,
just to get you in bed.
And then in the morning,
he has no idea what your name is.
Reckless and uninhibited,
Feelings are alien to him,
For him, love is the same as a loss of semen.
Girl, that's why you need to be aware:

Men are pigs,
Don't ask for sunlight,
Sadly, there are no exceptions.
There's a pig hidden in every man.
Men are sows,
don't belief a single word they say.
They swear they will always be true,
Then are gone the next morning [yeah, yeah, yeah]

And, in case you make a mistake,
And catch a husband,
your noble suitor mutates
into an animal right after the wedding.
He then shows you his true self,
completely unshaven and rank,
drinks beer, watches TV and quickly becomes fat.
And burps and farts in the marriage bed.
Then you've got King Kong as your husband.
That's why I'm telling you, please always think about:

Men are pigs,
Don't trust them, my child,
They all want just one thing,
They are blind to true love.
Men are rats,
Approach them only with cunning,
They want to copulate with everything.
That with three it's not in the trees.
Men are pigs,
Don't ask for sunlight,
Sadly, there are no exceptions.
There's a pig hidden in every man.
Men are cars,
Only without a spare tire.

I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry
I always knew that I could seize the world's imagination
And show the possibilities for transformation
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution:
Permanent cultural revolution
Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me
Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea
But the petit bourgeois philistines all stayed away
They preferred their artists to have nothing to say

How did I pass my time on earth? What got into me?
I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field

I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad
Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat
And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience
All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation
But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult
And refused to help me build my personality cult

How did I pass my time an earth and now it can be revealed.
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry

I left the normal world behind and started living in
A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline
I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing
A miner at the coal face of meaning
The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth
But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated:
Agitated, organised and over-educated

How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness?
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business
And how was I treated in this world and in this industry?
As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be

I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in
The ones who hadn't been like me, who hadn't lived in vain
I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks
I never found a publisher for my Little Red Book
When I died the energy released by my frustration
Was nearly enough for re-incarnation

But if I could live my life again the last thing that I'd be
Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry
No if I could live my life again I think I'd like to be
The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me
Yeah if l could live my life again that'd be the thing to be
The man who plots the stumbling blocks
In the lives of the likes of me!

No problems mate.

I'm not too sure if any of it's 'deep', as I've come to learn that most of what I consider to be 'deep' is itself rather trivial (or just obvious), but if you enjoy it I believe that's what matters most.

I wanted to post other songs, in German (my adopted language), but I kind of figure it would be pandering and boring.

Anyway... I found a song I didn't know the artist performed in English and the video is very odd. I find the out of sync aspect and the end credits of a talk show from 1991 kind of makes it work even better. I doubt it's 'deep', but it works for me. (an unexpected twist of lyrics considering the genre of music I suppose)

[Refrain]
Do you like me or do you just like your old picture of me?
Don't say it, because otherwise it will definitely break my young heart
Do I like you or do I just like my old picture of you?
Don't say it, because otherwise it will definitely break my young heart

I lay awake in bed,
I don't know how I got here
There's a knocking on the door
One, Two, Three, Four
It's quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible
The fragmentation of our selves, nah, don't be so sensible
You know they build on sand but they call it an empire
So much for cleaning up now, the middle class is fading
Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading
The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Who distributes the migrants, who talks about the crisis
New faces to the cabinet, let's see how thick the ice is
Testing distant waters, quietly behind the scenes
My arm is growing tired, of waving the white flag
And now there's nothing left to light, just filters of old fags
The prime minister's driving in a long black limousine
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Tonight I don't care if I'm a creep
White noise, white noise
Is the quiet before the storm
White noise, beautiful white noise
And the world goes, tweet tweet, tweet tweet
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
And the birds go, tweet tweet, tweet tweet
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
In a room without a roof, I'm staring at the ceiling
In times like these they don't care about how we're feeling
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Tonight I don't care if I'm a creep
White noise, white noise
Comes the morning, comes a time to eat
White noise, beautiful white noise
There's no one left to talk to, and no one wants to listen
How can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing
Free speech echoes, echoes from the wall
I lean back in my camp chair, waiting until they fall

Ich seh die leute in den straßen
Die diktatur der angepassten
In den städten und den dörfern
Leben sie und ihre lügen
Lügen, lügen, lügen
Männer, frauen, junge, alte
In den büros und den fabriken
An den schulen und zu hause
Lassen sich für dumm verkaufen
Kaufen, kaufen, kaufen

Ihr habt immer nur weggesehen
Es wird immer so weitergehen
Gebt endlich auf - es ist vorbei!
Ihr habt alles falsch gemacht
Habt ihr nie drüber nachgedacht?
Gebt endlich auf- es ist vorbei!

Im norden, süden, osten, westen
Die diktatur der angepaßten
Das geld vibriert und auf den genchips
Diktiert ein freier markt das leben
Leben, leben, leben
Die medien helfen ihnen beim dummsein
Ein starker staat hilft ihnen beim stummsein
Die leute wollen unter sich sein
Und gehen dafür über leichen
Leichen, leichen, leichen


I see the people in the streets
The dictatorship of the adapted
In the cities and the villages
Live them and their lies
Lies, lies, lies
Men, women, young, old
In offices and factories
At schools and at home
Let yourself be fooled
Buy, buy, buy

You always just looked away
It will always go on like this
Finally give up - it's over!
You did everything wrong
Have you never thought about it?
Finally give up - it's over!

In the north, south, east, west
The dictatorship of the adapted
The money vibrates and on the gene chips
A free market dictates life
Live, live, live
The media help you to be stupid
A strong state helps you to be silent
People want to be among themselves
And walking over corpses
Corpses, corpses, corpses

I suppose I should be watching these trees outside my window ...





... as they might explode.

Meanwhile 50 years later...
... same old same old.