[Vision2020] It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again . . .

Art Deco deco at moscow.com
Sat Nov 19 10:19:44 PST 2011 

Maybe some of them did know better then.

However, my experience with many, but not all, political and public figures reflects the general truth of:

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." --Lord Acton

I have known some stunning turn-arounds from generally nice, public spirited people into arrogant, know-it-all assholes soon after they were elected or appointed.  Power and control seem to be addictive to many.  [This happens as much in the private sphere also.]

Eternal vigilance is necessary to hold political and public figures feet to the fire less they easily forget whom they are supposed to serve.

w.





From: Paul Rumelhart 
Sent: Saturday, November 19, 2011 9:56 AM
To: Tom Hansen 
Cc: Moscow Vision 2020 
Subject: Re: [Vision2020] It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again . . .



The sad thing is, a lot of people in power right now were young adults 
in the 60's; they should know better.

Paul

On 11/19/2011 09:12 AM, Tom Hansen wrote:
> What with our country having been actively involved in war for the past
> decade, a slow and methodical degeneration of the peoples' rights, and a
> self-serving vision that does not extend beyond the here and now, what was
> old (back in the 60s) is new again.
>
> We can observe our predicament, as we ("they" to those of you who weren't
> here yet) did back then (again . . . back in the 60s) from three
> standpoints.
>
> -----------------------------------------
>
> Pessimistically; as did Barry McGuire in his recording of . . .
>
> "Eve of Destruction"
> http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Eve_of_Destruction.mp3
>
> The eastern world it is explodin',
>   Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
>   You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
>   You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
>   And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
>   But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
>   Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
>
> Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
>   Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
>   If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
>   There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,
>   Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
>   But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
>   Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
>
> Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
>   I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
>   I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
>   Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
>   And marches alone can't bring integration,
>   When human respect is disintegratin',
>   This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
>   And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
>   Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
>
> Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
>   Tehn take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
>   Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
>   But when your eturn, it's the same old place,
>   The poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
>   You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
>   Hate your next-door-neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,
>   And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
>   Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
>
> ---------
>
> Optimistically; as did The Spokesmen in their recording of . . .
>
> "Dawn of Correction"
> http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Dawn_of_Correction.mp3
>
> The western world has a common dedication
> To keep free people from Red domination
> And maybe you can't vote, boy, but man your battle stations
> Or there'll be no need for votin' in future generations
>
> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
>
> There are buttons to push in two mighty nations
> But who's crazy enough to risk annihilation?
> The buttons are there to ensure negotiation
> So don't be afraid, boy, it's our only salvation
>
> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
>
> You tell me that marches won't bring integration
> But look what it's done for the voter registration
> Be thankful our country allows demonstrations
> Instead of condemnin', make some recommendations
> I don't understand the cause of your aggravation
> You mean to tell me, boy, it's not a better situation?
>
> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
>
> You missed all the good in your evaluation
> What about the things that deserve commendation?
> Where there once was no cure, there's vaccination
> Where there once was a desert, there's vegetation
> Self-government's replacing colonization
> What about the Peace Corp. organization?
> Don't forget the work of the United Nations
>
> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
>
> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction
>
> ---------
>
> Or we can jus' kick back and party with the doctor ("Hook", that is) as he
> suggested in his recording of . . .
>
> "Freakers' Ball"
> http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Freakers_Ball.mp3
>
> Well there's gonna be a freakers ball
>   Tonight at the freakers hall
>   And you know, you're invited one and all
>
>   Come on babies grease your lips
>   Grab your hats and swing your hips
>   Don't forget to bring your whips
> We're going to the freakers ball
>
>   Blow your whistle and bang your gong
>   Roll up something to take along
>   It feels so good it must be wrong
>   We're freakin at the freakers ball
>
>   Where all the fags and the dykes they're boogyin' together
>   The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
>   The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
>   Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you"
>
>   The FBI are dancing with the junkies
>   All the straights, are swinging with the funkies
>   Across the floor and up the wall
>   We're freakin at the freakers ball
>   Yall, we're freakin at the freakers ball
>
>   Everybody's kissing each other
>   Brother with sister, son with mother
>   Smear my body up with butter
>   Take me to the freakers ball
>
>   Pass that roach please and pour the wine
>   I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
>   I'm gonna boogie till i go blind
>   We're freakin at the freakers ball
>
>   White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
>   Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
>   The greatest of the sadist and the masochists too
>   Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you"
>
>   Everybody's fallin' in batches
>   Pyromaniacs striking matches
>   I'm gonna itch me where it scratches
>   Freaking at the freakers ball
>
> -----------------------------------------
>
> Party on, Moscow.
>
> Tom Hansen
> Moscow, Idaho
>
> "Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace."
>
> - Barry McGuire
>
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