Ending Racism: The Musical
You thought that the celeb-video of all those nobodies singing “Imagine” was as low and as cringe inducing as it could get.
Think again.
“Once you can fake sincerity, the rest is easy.”
Ending Racism: The Musical
You thought that the celeb-video of all those nobodies singing “Imagine” was as low and as cringe inducing as it could get.
Think again.
“Once you can fake sincerity, the rest is easy.”
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Now I see why the suicide rate is up 100000000%. These guys make me want to end it all just to shut them up.
It’s BO-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oo-o-o-oo-GUS. None of these fools are wearing the
MANDATORY sackcloth and ashes.
Because the sole and only reason for blacks’ dysfunction is that white people don’t have a sufficiently high opinion of them. Glad these good people are making a difference. Utopia is at hand, just wait and see!
JWM
Pretty pathetic idn’t it?
Stand up against something nobody’s for in the first place.
Who’s for hate?
You?
Sometimes I hate stuff.
Or certain people. (I’m pretty sure everybody does too.)
But it’s draining.
I hate hating stuff.
I especially hate privileged out of touch idiots acting like they suddenly found religion and expect everyone else to do likewise.
I hate watching stuff like this cause it makes me believe this country is in worse shape than it is.
Shoving stuff in my face all the time doesn’t make me hate it less.
You keep thinking things will get better, they just gotta, but they just get worse, and worse.
Trees not only filter the air they also filter the brain.
I have 10,000 trees in touching distance so I’m going out there right now and get some.
Maybe I won’t be so hateful when I get back.
Most of those twats can’t even take responsibility for getting up on time, getting to work on time, writing their own lines or thinking what they’ll say.
They have people for that.
If I recall correctly, it was Charlton Heston’s kid who, when asked in grade skool what his father did for a living, said he pretends to be other people. Occam’s Razor as applied to their profession: the simplest explanation is that if an actor’s lips are moving, he’s acting.
Maybe it’s just me, but does anyone know who any of these people are? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone?
JWM, I have long suspected the reason for the issues that blacks have with whitey is that whitey just doesn’t sit around and think about them and on those rare occasions that he might, whitey views them as the primitive fkers most of them are.
The US government has made blacks special but the world at large doesn’t acknowledge them as such, at least as far as I know and the US is the only nation on this planet that has special programs and all of the other tax payor funded perks and allowances that follow the pavement dweller from the cradle to the grave, requesting or hopefully expecting nothing in return.
Blacks are always demanding freedom and respect but he is already free and probably more so than anyone in life. Sadly he doesn’t realize that he’s free and able to do anything his heart desires or of which he is capable, within the context of humanity. He choses instead to permit his life to revolve around perceived injustices that are always the fault of white people and of course, Jews. He never blames his failings on any other thing, especially himself ever. and woe unto him who does.
Could somebody with more tech skills than me make a video like this?
Only, it would be normal people saying “I don’t care” or possibly “I don’t give a crap”, accompanied by mournful and pensive piano music.
… does anyone know who any of these people are?….
I’m a big Breaking Bad fan, so I did recognize Aaron Paul, and I think that’s Stanley Tucci, but after that I’ve got nothin’. Maybe the bulk of the A-List wised up and passed on this (A guy can still have hope, can’t he?).
Here’s a saner message to the merchants of despair:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhSy-6VqIww
As a dog returns to it’s vomit…
The amount of narcissism and complete lack of self-awareness involved that must permeate one’s soul that allows such self-important miscreants to repeatedly make these cringe inducing videos every freaking time something happens of great importance, real or imagined, so us troglodytes can truly appreciate just how affected they are, and therefore we can reflect and therefore truly grasp the importance of it all is beyond staggering.
With all due respect, go suck a big bag of dicks.
Imagine training for work on an assembly line. The instructor begins with simple, explicit instructions for you to follow, which you do, with only a few mistakes. As he repeats his instructions, you try again and again, avoiding past mistakes, building speed and muscle memory, until gradually your skill rates on par with your new coworkers. Training complete.
Or so you had hoped.
Instead of stepping back and observing your progress, the instructor continues to fire his repeated explicit instructions directly into the back of your head. Your protestation of “OK, I got it now” goes unheard. The repeated demonstration of your new-found skill goes unnoticed. After hours of labor, you begin wonder if he will ever be satisfied with your work; will your best ever be good enough.
Then it hits you: he can’t be satisfied, no matter how good your work is. For his satisfaction is not found in seeing you do the work well. It’s found in telling you to do the work. And as your understanding begins, your desire — to satisfy your trainer, to do good work, to do any work at all — ends.
This is where we are headed.
They say as they look down
from their ivory tower.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noQk8L7oj6k
Thanks Jewel. We needed that.
Well,it IS Hollywood. Big bag ‘o dicks is a regular on the lunch menu.
Yes,thanks Jewel,for that refreshing blast of Breitbart. He knew these soul-less meat bags better than anyone,and they hated him for it.
As James Woods responded, “Watch the eyes. Nothing screams sincerity like reading from a teleprompter.”