Obama-Baez, a winning ticket for sustainable life as we know it?

[azul]

Joan Baez runs for president as a democrat against the the distressingly MIC-influenced Obama-Biden ticket, and settles for Obama-Baez populist-driven juggernaut end to oil wars.

She's got the authentic stuff to make something really happen, IMO. Inspirational. But is any less-violent or less-corrupt path doomed from the start, too threatening to the establishment empire? Not worth the risk for such an eminent personage to dive into the swamp? Mass extinctions the ineluctable event because of entrenched ignorance and corruption?

Are the 99% doomed to corrupted representation in their own government, because honest people trying to change the mess are trashed or killed outright. Who can enter the corporate media picture without the dirty money framing, or some sort of personal fame? Who would want to?

An unstoppable leaderless movement has to get some representation eventually, to become the new establishment, until the next change is necessitated. Like Obama said, make him change. The other bums will have to dive for cover. Unfortunately, there is a climate/resources clock ticking to implement this eventuality.

[Jackpine Radical]

1. Maybe Dylan-Baez?

[DemocratSinceBirth]

2. And The Bands Dylan Toured With Like The Dead And The Band Could Be Cabinet Members

Aren't the Band's members Canadian though?

[Snotcicles]

3. Diamonds and Rust? that song still gives me goosebumps. nt

[rug]

5. great ong but some of the lyrics will keep her off the ticket.

You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague

[Jackpine Radical]

6. Winds of the Old Days does that for me.

WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
decade flew past her and there on the page
She read that the prince had returned to the stage
Hovering near treacherous waters
A friend saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded fantasies flying too far
Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed son's been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnal judge
Years of self-righteousness will not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to lose
Because idols are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair

[Snotcicles]

7. excellent.nt

[azul]

4. Sorry, the real rabble-rousing Bob Dylan was lost in a motoring accident.

But then I had high hopes of Cindy Sheehan winning some sort of office in California, and your ridicule could not be more severe.

[Arkana]

8. Whaaaaaa....?