As always, astutely.
The remote-controlled Biden is an apt description. For all Biden's unsavory character and utter mediocrity, to put it politely, just let the old man retire. What we observe is the abuse of a sick old person, but for people without morals that is not the obstacle. They do not even understand that they humiliate the United States non-stop each time present POTUS tries to look POTUSsy and each time fails at that. World laughs at him, I don't--I see the scale of degeneracy behind a combination of oligarchic clans driving the country into the ground and humiliating it by parading in a front of the world someone the world knows is merely an avatar. Not a good one at that. 25th Amendment? Not in Democrats controlled House. It is cringe-worthy seeing this pathetic spectacle, it is unconscionable that somebody produces it and the audience is still in their seats watching this macabre play.
It is unbelievable how hated by me band Nautilus-Pompillius captured in 1980s the essence of totalitarianism thinking that they were singing about USSR, not knowing that they were merely reminiscing of the future, in America. They even wrote a song "Goodbye, America", but it was Bound with One Chain which made them truly famous.
Collective responsibility smudges like carbon
I take someone’s hand, but feel an elbow
I search for the eyes, but I feel a stare
Where above the heads I find a back
A pink sunset, behind the red sunrise
Bound with one chain,
tied with one goal
Bound with one chain,
tied with one.
Here the joints are flaccid and the spaces are immense
Here the compounds were crushed to build the columns
A choice of words for the kitchen and another for the streets
Here the eagles were tossed away for the sake of broiled chickens
And I follow the lead, even when kissing
On the bound with one chain, tied with one goal
Bound with one chain, tied with one goal
It’s possible to even believe in the absence of faith
It’s possible to even do the absence of deed
The beggars are praying, are praying for
Their misery to be guaranteed
Here you can play the trumpet in your mind
But no matter how you play it will sound a retreat
And if there are people that come over to you
There will be people to come after you
Just as bound with one chain, tied with one goal
Bound with one chain, tied with one.
Here women are searching to find nothing but old age
Here the measure of work in considered fatigue
Here there are no villains in leather studies
Here the first ones resemble the last
And maybe they are just as tired as the last
To be bound with one chain, tied with one goal
Bound with one chain, tied with one goal
Bound with one chain, tied with one goal
Bound with one chain, tied with one goal.
I never liked them, but in the end, Orwell also wrote his 1984 inspired by Stalinist Soviet Union. Boy, would he be surprised should he live today.
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