she don’t lie
she don’t lie
she don’t lie: ukraine
anyone who had a heart
they wouldn’t turn around and break it
and anyone who’s ever played a part
they wouldn’t turn around and hate it
they say: ukraine
sweet ukraine
oh: ukraine
sweet ukraine
We are all drowning in filth. When I talk to anyone or read the writings of anyone who has any axe to grind, I feel that intellectual honesty and balanced judgement have simply disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyone’s thought is forensic, everyone is simply putting a “case” with deliberate suppression of his opponent’s point of view, and, what is more, with complete insensitiveness to any sufferings except those of himself and his friends. The Indian nationalist is sunken in self pity and hatred of Britain and utterly indifferent to the miseries of China, the English pacifist works himself up into frenzies about concentration camps in the Isle of 
Man and forgets about those in Germany etc. etc. One notices this in the case of people one disagrees with, such as Fascists or pacifists, but in fact everyone is the same, at least everyone who has definite opinions. Everyone is dishonest, and everyone is utterly heartless towards people who are outside the immediate range of his own interests and sympathies. What is most striking of all is the way sympathy can be turned on or off like a tap according to political expediency. All the pinks, or most of them, who flung themselves to and fro in their rage against Nazi atrocities before the war, forgot all about these atrocities and obviously lost their sympathy with the Jews etc as soon as the war began to bore them. Ditto with people who hated Russia like poison up to 22 June 1941 and then suddenly forgot about the purges, the GPU etc the moment Russia came into the war. I am not thinking of lying for political ends, but of actual changes in subjective feeling.
—George Orwell, April 27, 1942
i’ve been runnin’
from side to side
now i know for sure
that both sides lie
they’re going wild
the call came in
early morning predawn, then
the followers of chaos:
out of control
they’re numbering the monkeys
the monkeys and the monkeys
the followers of chaos:
out of control
the call came in to party central
meeting of the green and simple
try to tell us something we don’t know
they’re meeting at the monument
the call came in: the monument
to liberty and honor under the honor roll
disturbance at the heron house
a stampede at the monument
to liberty and honor under the honor roll
a gathering of grunts and greens
cogs and grunts and hirelings
a meeting of a mean idea to hold
feeding time has come and gone
they’ll lose their heart and head for home
try to tell us something we don’t know
we don’t know
we don’t know
know
know
know
know
Filed under: Asia, Capital Crime, Destry, Eternal Recurrence, La Musica, Liberte Egalite Fraternite, War On Terra
