—f'rinstance, whenever the newest set of dismal job figures are released in the third week of the month
—I think it is time to move onto other things.
This blog, since the massive anti-Walker protests of February 2011, has basically had one theme, and that was alerting the public to the evil that is Scott Walker. I do not take back one word of what I've said about that evil; anyone doing even a casual read-through of the comments section of madison.com or channel3000.com can see how much Walker has poisoned the well of political discourse in what was once one of the most level-headed states in the Union. That's the kind of damage that can never be undone, and those of us who work in the public sector can never forget our former friends and neighbors now screaming for us to be fired and even deported (see post below), as if we were dangerous criminals.
Some bloggers see their blogs as entertainment, and I do hope I've entertained y'all from time to time. But if I'd been a blogger in the Weimar Republic (bear with me here!), alerting the public to the dangers of Adolf Hitler would have superseded any obligation to entertain. Yes, I realize that I've lost nearly all of my former readership, but that's okay. I know that I did the right thing.
No rifles cut us down
No bombs fell from the sky
No blood soaked the ground
No powder flash blinded the eye
No deafening thunder sounded
But just as sure as the hand of God
They brought death to my hometown
They brought death to my hometown
No shells ripped the evening sky
No cities burning down
No armies stormed the shores for which we’d die
No dictators were crowned
High off on a quiet night
I never heard a sound
The marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, boys
Death to my hometown
They destroyed our families’ factories and they took our homes
They left our bodies on the plains
The vultures picked our bones
So listen up, my sonny boy
Be ready for when they come
For they’ll be returning sure as the rising sun
Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it ’til you’re done
Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well
Send the robber barons straight to hell
The greedy thieves that came around
And ate the flesh of everything they’ve found
Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
Walk the streets as free men now
And they brought death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown
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