Wake Up!

Our monitoring of duh!merican activity in its war on terror is itself under scrutiny by the skeptics who will wait for the blood to drop on their doorstep before condemning or even shouting a warning to the world. The evidence is torn apart by the ponctilliousness of the doubtful using a logic that defies logic itself.

We now know for sure that MK77 was used in Fallujah. It was stated in the House of Commons. What the skeptics question is the pictures, the photos. They must have been doctored. Of course. I thank Raphael (and that seems to be the correct spelling) for the Independent (UK) link which seems to corroborate the RAI documentary. It will, of course, not be enough. The skeptics demand hard-and-fast evidence. Like the chemical business. Fausto will teach us that phosphorous is not chemical. Or it is but is legit. Or I am lost. We will nit-pick on the clothing remains while we ignore the scarred skin.

If that were not enough we also have to keep track of the CIA prisoner exportation business. Latest news in Le Monde shows that Majorca was used as a stepping stone for the prisoner flight service. Until now Spain, Germany and Italy (yes, lapdog Berluska's Italy) have opened enquiries on transportation of CIA prisoners to countries where loopholes on rules of treatment of prisoners are found in abundance.

Wake Up (Rage Against The Machine)
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit

Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah! Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh! What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: 'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow."