Boomer Anthems: "All Along the Watchtowers"

"But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”

Some years ago, my Dads health was broken. As I said in years past, he could die tomorrow, next week, next year, next few years, but die he will as he is living on borrowed time.

This runs in the same vein for our beautiful country: Tomorrow, next week, next year, next few years, the economy WILL implode.

It is in my heart that the 'powers that be' already have within their power to do that immediately (and at the 'toggle of a switch'), but choose not to for reasons that are their own (perhaps to solidify our terrible fate of indentured servitude even more firmly?)

Thus will there be the return of the tyrants - at least for us free people of the world as the 3rd world has labored under that yoke in perpetuity.

Of course productivity and creativity will plummet to 3rd world levels, but the rapacious power mongers (such as Hillary Clinton) do not care as 'Power over the other' is aphrodisiac enough for them and would rather rule over the ruins of Detroit than be a servant in the True-North, Gleaming, 'City on the Hill' that inhabit the minds of the free peoples of the our world.

Servant in Heaven vs Ruler in Hell?

John Milton was well aware of these types 400 years ago.

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost

Hell is the highest reward that the devil can offer you for being a servant of his. ~ Billy Sunday

Posted by cond0011 at October 3, 2015 2:24 PM

It's not your country and never was.
The debt is not yours nor is the economy.
You were born alone and you will die alone and everything in between is borrowed from those that went before you.

This is the only life you'll ever own, live it like you mean it.

Posted by ghostsniper at October 3, 2015 5:32 PM

The Gift Outright

The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.

Posted by vanderleun at October 3, 2015 5:36 PM

Slow hand was spectacular on that one.

Posted by Fat Man at October 3, 2015 7:20 PM

New? Man, I've had this running through my head for the last seven years...

Posted by Samrobb at October 3, 2015 7:23 PM

Bah - stupid phone! My apologies for the multiple posts.

Posted by Samrobb at October 3, 2015 7:25 PM

Still doesn't compare to Jimi Hendrix for sheer passion. I even like Bob Dylan's original.

Posted by ignore amos at October 3, 2015 11:13 PM

Once you get past Dylan's performance of many of his songs (witness the success of artists covering them) you can hear the poetry and imagery.

This song is one of several harbingers of the future of our society.

I like Hendrix's version.

Posted by chasmatic at October 4, 2015 6:07 AM

Try Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush on for size, from 1979.

Posted by ghostsniper at October 4, 2015 7:20 AM

Oh yes!

Posted by vanderleun at October 4, 2015 10:02 AM

Always did like the energy of Canadian bands.

Posted by chasmatic at October 4, 2015 11:14 AM


Posted by foo dog at October 4, 2015 8:45 PM