For mentioning Gaza, a student can be suspended and a professor can lose their career. This is the new McCarthyism, product of a nationwide conspiracy by Congress, donors, trustees, and other miscreants to keep genocide a sacred trust.
If I catch you talkin’ bout Gaza again
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Well you say you’re being doxxed
I gotta take you to task
If you’re demonstrating
and you wear a mask
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if they’re seen
We smack down their rights, and put out their lights
If you’re SJP or JVP
You want your first Amendment, gotta go through me
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
If you carry a sign you’ll end up in Court
Your thought crimes will be in your Delaney report
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
No microphone, no posters, 20 people tops
Don’t even think about it or we’ll call the cops
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if you’re seen
We take down your name
It’s the end of your game
Now don’t get me wrong
we’re all about free speech
But criticizing Israel is out of reach
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Now I trust you understand
no more protest here
This year’s fashion trend is riot gear
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Yes we’re gonna zip tie you if you read that poem
We’ll defend the genociders
till the cows come home
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if they’re seen
I pity the fool
Who’s kicked out of school
The university’s not faculty or students oh please
The important people are the donors
and trustees
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
You got tenure so you’re safe, well that’s a joke
Your tenure expires when you’re woke
I’m gonna clamp you down
Career goes flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
You think you’re helping victims
but I know what’s right
If you don’t like ethnic cleansing
You’re an anti-Semite
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that
Eve of Destruction
P.F. Sloan wrote this in 1965 at age 19. Needed an update. Using my best Barry McGuire impression to convey contemporary nearly-post-democratic terrors.
They’re bannin’ the books, now it’s tweets they’re quotin’
We live for fear and hate, and that’s how we’re votin’
And the Jordan River has even more bodies floatin’
But the daily news is all sugar-coatin’
And you tell me over and over and over again
My friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
Our democracy was always made for the rich
Now it’s fallin’ all around us, payback’s a bitch
Take a look around you boy,
it’s bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
In a fascist buffoon seduction
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’
When human respect is disintegratin’
One lone Bernie Sanders can’t pass legislation
This Magaverse is just a wee bit frustratin’
When the leader’s not leadin’, he’s just dictatin’
With the courts and the Congress, they’re checkmatin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We need a third reconstruction
Elon may leave here for four days in space
Wish he wouldn’t return to wreck this place
As the world tries to warn us
Of our pride and disgrace
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
You don’t believe
That there’ll be a mass abduction
And you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Who’s Gonna?
Starting from the old trad song, via Woody, “Who’s Gonna Shoe Your Pretty Little Feet” (I know, I know, women often have sturdy, tough, competent, strong feet!), we take a look at the promises/threats of the returning narciso-fasciod menace, who brings in tow his able executioners.
Who’s gonna till your land?
Who’s gonna build your house so fine
When José and Carlos are gone?
When Daniela is gone, lordy lord
Who will care for your mom?
Who’s gonna work in the restaurant
When Manuel and Camila are gone
America is occupied
We’re no longer safe in our homes
The Latin folk rule us
Says President Fool Us
They’re poisoning our chromosomes
The fastest plane I ever did ride
Held a hundred friends of mine
Deported below the Rio Grande
To preserve a white man’s land
To preserve a white man’s land, so grand
To make it great again
Where women and colored folk
know their place
All according to God’s plan
And the unions endanger free enterprise
Big labor must shrivel and fall
Cause the only way to be manly and strong
Is to make others weak and small
Men are endangered, victims of change
Women have too loud a voice
Back in your box, here, have some botox
It’s your body, it’s my choice
The women should be in the kitchen, good lord
They’ve got to stop runnin’ wild
We’ll take away their flats and their cats
And make sure each one has a child
And make sure each one has a child, make sure
The orange genius prevails
Cause affordable health care’s a
Communist cause
And Amazon owns the mail
Yes Amazon owns the mail, good god
Yes Google knows who you date
And the DOJ whisks the gays away
And coal makes America great
Yes coal makes America great, also oil
No longer with solar we’re cursed
While the glaciers melt and the cities submerge
Yes we’re putting America first
We’ve put America first, praise Trump,
We’ll be number one as we fry
When the rivers are poison
and Pittsburgh’s beachfront
And you can’t go outdoors in July
No we don’t demonstrate any more
Since our neighbors turned us in
There’s no politics,
Everything has been fixed
And elections declared a sin
In an English-only city, In a hetero only state
In a land of book bans
We are free from the trans
And no one is eating our pets
Is Trump a fascist, are Stefanik and Noem
Are Pam, Pete, Stephen and Steve
America may become great once again
The morning after they leave, Steve
The morning after they leave
Singing CIA Agent George Shrub on the Meddle East—Part 1
From 1983 to 2008, and occasionally beyond, George Shrub, the world’s only known singing CIA agent, pontificated in song, dance, and fake news on his methods of keeping our world Our World. The Problem of Palestine was a recurrent theme. Here, from the archives, he rises again to the challenge of explaining settler colonialism away.
Singing CIA Agent George Shrub on the Meddle East—Part 2
Singing CIA Agent George Shrub on the Meddle East—Part 3
But, Hamas!
No matter what atrocities you detail, the Pundits For Genocide have only the one non-response. My response to their non-response is longer, and rhymes, sort of.
While pretending I’m defending myself?
Look at that bird, oh look, I’ve got your house!
I don’t care that you’ve still got the key
I apartheid with a little help from my friends
Bombs and tanks are a little help from my friends
But Hamas, But Hamas, Hamas Hamas
But Hamas, But Hamas, Hamas Hamas
Before their attack they lived first class
But Hamas, Hamas, Hamas
Would you believe in denial of rights
Yes I’m certain that it happens all the time
What does the conqueror see through his sights
I can’t tell you but I know It’s mine
Oh I get by by evicting the folks
While the White House gives me the okey-doke
76 years of dispossession brings
110 brigades of terror squads
They were followed by rows and rows
Of ethnic cleansing virtuosos
The cream of the settler colonial band
There were 50 mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, plundering more than e’er before
Terror gangs of every size, destruction they would improvise
Razing villages by the score
Mow, mow, mow the lawn,
Put them on a diet
No travel rights, no right to fish
A perfect petri dish
(for the development of repressive technologies to export to other countries that wish to control and immiserate their minorities, or majorities for that matter)
Palestinians are indigenous
And the media gives a hint
Don’t say genocide, don’t say Palestine
That’s not news that’s fit to print
In fact this is a US occupation—US bucks
US bombs and UN vetoes, Brooklyn settlers, what the fuck
From the river to the sea is Israel’s reality, Look ma, no Palestine.
Uprooting olive trees, replaced with pine trees
Make desert bloom — have you ever heard such sleaze
Taking of hostages, clearly a crime
Freeing 7 million of them would be one of my favorite things
Refugee camps are reservations, it’s the same old game
Yes US and Israel are conquering land thieves
And that’s why I feel so bad
CHO
Which in Spanish means Never Again.
Your Genocide, It Must Be Ending
That great old song was about due for an update.
Enraged by this slaughter
And admit you’d act fast
To save your son and daughter
And accept it that we’ve been
Denying food and water
If all life to you is worth savin’
Then you better stand up
For humanity now
This genocide, it must be ending
Come senators, Congressman
What the actual hell
For human rights
You’re not doing so well
Seems like you don’t get it
Though it’s clear as a bell
The atrocities Israel is wagin’
Are a stain on your name
And legacy, truth to tell
Your genocide, it must be ending
What kind of democracy murders a nation
What kind of human being
sponsors starvation
Come cut off the funds
from this colonization
Your old order is rapidly fadin’
Dispossession, apartheid,
ethnic cleansing must cease
And your genocide, it must be ending