...just as soon as even so much as one innocent citizen gets jailed for this, this old boomer widow is going to be 1) in the streets, demonstrating, for the first time since the '60s; and 2) trying to get arrested in support of whoever it is, every single day. It better not come to jailing people who can't pay. Whatever's done, or not done to this bill, that's the bottom line of it. It better not happen.
And I don't give a damn, I'm done with watching corporatists kill people because they can't afford to keep paying what they never owed in the first place, once everything they have is gone after being extorted from them under our perverted laws. It's bad enough that people are already jailed today for a multitude of trivial offenses, while the mega-criminals not only walk free but are treated (and paid) like kings. Jail for this? Hell, no! Setting up debtors' prisons is the last straw.
The talking heads can go on and on about the nuances of this subject, and the technical legalese of it all they want, that's where I'm at.
And btw, this is OUR song, not Pres. Obama's. We did it once for him, and we can do it again for us if needbe...
The Rising - Bruce Springsteenhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DA_woFNg5a0Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' comin' up behind.
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothin' but this chain that binds me.
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed.
On my back's a sixty-pound stone,
On my shoulder a half mile of line.
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning,
Bells ringin' filled the air.
I was wearin' the cross of my calling,
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here.
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
There's spirits above and behind me,
Faces gone black, eyes burnin' bright.
May their precious blood bind me
Lord, as I stand before your fiery light.
I see you Mary in the garden,
In the garden of a thousand sighs.
There's holy pictures of our children,
Dancin' in a sky filled with light.
May I feel your arms around me,
May I feel your blood mix with mine.
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of my line.
Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Oh and this is for us boomers who never forgot how it really is, from the Brave New World album (aptly named)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5lRXB39Zd8Once more into the breach... I won't be shy about it, and I'm sure lots of us won't too. I hope it doesn't come to that, but from what I see, it will.
Carry on, as they say.