ejército esoterrorista de liberación internacional

cold static overload

idk if it is noticeable from the uk or ireland orike, aus, nz, - anywhere in the nonamerican but still english-first zeitgeist/polity/whatever/etc, but when i see headlines that say

"Robert A. Pape, a leading authority on political violence, wants Americans to understand that the threat is coming not from the fringes, but from the mainstream."

and people posting pictures of the qanon shaman all like "yeah, right, totally normal" i think that's dangerous for a lot of reasons and probably why 'smart' folk keep getting surprised by these populist movements. because qanon shaman is visible, but the thoughtstate and aesthetic levels of that dude are... incredibly common. not everyone wears buffalo horns but hes really just got a unique special focus. hes no dumber than most

im in canada but in one of the few parts that are south of the 49th and also in a very temperate and mild climate with direct downtown-to-downtown access to seattle and

yeah. walk around any of our gift shops and you see the suburbs version of qanon shaman, aka anyone from sedona, all day

regular americans are perilously, PERILOUSLY uninformed about material reality and very very prone to any streams of nigh-magical thinking that allow them to keep their individualist ideologies in place, and the hegemons will happily feed them several for free or a small fee

education since gwb, so basically any public school any american age 30 or below could even have possibly gone to, at all, has sprinted towards grading the humanities and liberal arts like a multiple-choice math test. they don't even know what subtext IS let alone metatext, intertext, paratext

well idk, those other things that shape media literacy - especially social media but also the broader oeuvre of journalism (let us not forget which administration is in charge right now and which press outlets they just banned from the white house press corps) were all incrementally tools that go back to at least reagan. that stuff is just documented. the media zeitgest was primed, NCLB wasnt the only thing but it was a didactic way to capture the latest generation and funnel them towards the thoughtspace you approve of.

but even then, sure, it's a generalization but let's look at who we're looking at.

~half the country voted for this.

except no, its more that half the electorate that turned up voted for this. that already makes everyone who didnt vote invisible to the metrics vis a vis whether or not they are counted as on-paper supporting this

however, materially their actions place them as a vote for status quo, which was on this trajectory. rightly or wrongly thats where the binary action of voting or not voting places them. but let's ignore the segment of who didn't vote and just look at who did.

~half of them wanted this. a portion of them are low-information voters or those who just instinctively tick r downballot because theyve done it since the 60s, and theyre a part of the problem of course, but also look at the apathy towards critical thought anyone who votes like that already displays. it's a marker or indicator at least that they might not be uninformed or stupid or however one would want to pathologize it, but, again, it's a vote for "more of this." they might not be the predominant ones in the streets on j6, but some of them were there. the "normal americans"

but so to do we need to count everyone who HASNT been voting for every republican since Eisenhower or whatever. how many of them didn't start voting until BUSH v KERRY? well by that point we're already in NCLB territory for some. let alone everyone whose first election was Obama, Obama 2, trump 1, biden, trump 2. they get younger and younger and information capture is getting tighter and tighter and more and more aesthetic with less and less institutional education on material reality.

we're not looking at a large number of people compared to the entire population, but the ones who DID show up and riot on j6 are just the tip of the iceberg-shaped spear. theyre the ones who had the material ability to get to the capitol and shout and kill. but there's nothing unique about the brain engine fueling it, they were just the ones who lived close enough or had enough free time or expendable income to make the trip. like jimmy pesto from bob's burgers or whatever.

but even then, like, we'll be conservative pedagogically and be cautious. let's say half the "vote R no matter what" elders, if they had the werewithal or the circumstance to do the reading on what theyre voting for would change their behaviour. some would abstain entirely, which we already establish is the same as voting if what you want is more of the same. a fraction might swap to the other acceptable team, but all they really do is cancel out the ones that don't especially when combined with those who now stay home. statistically, this population is self-defeating and thus we can kinda - ONLY kinda, this isn't hard math, only vibes-math for illustration - we can kinda just remove them from the equation as self-balancing.

who is now left of the number that actually wrote an R down on the ballot? broadly (again, vibes-math-for-illustration) you have 3 groups

  1. people who hear all the dogwhistles and explicitly want this shift towards authoritarianism to complete.
  2. people who don't hear the dogwhistles but do here more plainly-understandable base language of FEAR or MONEY or whatever and vote because they just vote for whoever speaks their language about the opne or two things they actually understand the loudest and really could not give half of a shit about USAID if it means the gas doesn't get any more expensive but whoops then it did
  3. an even lesser version of 1 + 2. people who kinda understand the obligation of voting and want to do it but are just more turned off by what they believe the aims and goals of the other guys are counter to their own, which they don't even really understand in the first place. they are mild 1s and 2s. the racism-lite, the "look i still get to work on time, i haven't been kidnapped yet, who cares" crowd.

now of those 3s there are a segment who, like the hypothetical Eisenhower voter would actually swap their vote or revert to abstention for lack of agency or understanding. but again such folks are self-defeating/balancing/correcting in the broader zeitgeist sense and are thus irrelevant to this thought experiment.

so basically every active choice for republicans are either people too apathetic to learn any better, who are on base reactivity just totally vibing with fascism, or they're little baby duckbrains following whichever loud goose says THIS WAY TO THE SPECIAL GRAIN, and all of those people are very very very very normal and plain and average. they're like, the DEFINITION of average American. unengaged, more interested in whats happening to them and theirs, and too overburdened by neoliberal capitalism and labour extraction to do anything about it even if they wanted to, and they dont want to, because microwaves and the internet make it pretty chill and fun to just stay at home with your friends if you have them or just by yourself with something to distract you and distractions are very plentiful and often free so

bread and circuses away

rome did awesome with that

the truly fucked up part is how much of this happened by mistake because people were doing things the best anyone had EVER done them, largely and precisely towards increased suffrage and safety

let us not ever forget

the knowledge we started unlocking basically nearly exactly 200 years ago

because 200 years SOUNDS like a long time ago, but like, we have 100 year old people now. we have lots of 80 year old fuckers. like 200 is out of living memory and soon out of familial living memory, ie, all the people old enough to remember people who remembered the 1800s are almost all dead too, but like, we're talking NOT TOO MANY GREATS- GRANDPARENTS before we BASICALLY knew anything actually important about staying alive, for real, on this ball of dirt

and the American constitution is 50 years older than that. like 50 years older than Basic Knowing Things. and they didn't tear it up when it led to armed civil conflict. like you'd think that would be a sign that "okay maybe we start again and put rules in the first time about 'dont do any of this shit we just had a civil war over' but because it was just rich powerful landowners A and B fighting over which people were allowed to be slaves

side A said "everyone not white" and side B said "wait until we write enough laws to call them criminals for more than just 'not being white' so that the Europeans will still trade with us. anyways, let's get back to indigenous genocide, and hey anyone else think Mexico lookin reall juicy and stealable? what a lovely trail of tears you have here"

yeah no some amendments {that they stopped being able to do basically immediately (look how hard they had to fight to get all the 'don't be specifically black' secret rules they had to get rid of and write the opposites of into 'law' so that 'law enforcement' dont just kneel on their windpipes in the street for fun [they need to have a special uniform for it first, its only fair])} will surely tidy this all up in a democratic package

yup yup yup

but like,

IGNORE THAT

it's definitely all true and correct, but it is ONLY true and correct OF THE WORST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET

and i do not subscribe to an ideology that says that that is what everyone is

i think most of us just want to trust when people say they have our best interests at heart

we know that war and death and starvation and disease and torture and hatred are all bad, we did a WHOLE bunch of wars that they tell us those were the morals of

by the time the people who got done fighting world war two came home, once they had seen the pandora's box that one mr Robert had opened, they said "OKAY NOW HOLD ON A FKN SECOND, we were doing this so our kids could play in the street without fear of being thrown into camps, we didn't want to BLOW UP THE ENTIRE PLANET, let's try and just make things comfortable, and take it slow, and do what we can as we go, as best we can

and they did!

and it gave us gen x. the laziest worst generation in human history. they love 1 thing more than any other.

red hats.

they wore them backwards to rome in the summer of 1999, they wear them forwards as they began its second fall about the same time all the children they conceived that fateful summer are now 16-18 and either legal adults and no longer their responsibility or old enough and intelligent enough to actually fight them on things so just kick them out of the house or send them to conversion camps or just vote for the guy who seems like the one who knows how to deal with all of this. it is 2016. you are once again wearing a red hat.

it is now 10 years later.

the last 10 years have felt like one long day.

covid in the middle diiiiiiiid not help. but it was only the tonesetter for the denoument. everyone is standing still, waiting for something to happen. and now we have murderbots in the sky and an isolationist authoritarian state with an ethnonationalist extralegal police force is rounding up undesirables and shooting its critics in the streets and kidnapping presidents and blowing up ayatollahs

guys last time all it took was saying "we'll take one Poland please" and the world went nuts

but look how that ended

you act like the cold war was a cold war, when it wasn't. it was just a cold phase of a war that started by chance.

because the op was over.

it was supposed to be the grenade.

how many guns jammed?

but they got a second chance.

they fuckin bumped into him at the cafe.

kismet.

match lit.

but what had we already seen? we'd seen how many nights of blood, how many napoleons, how much liberte, egalite, fraternite

where do you think we got the verve to keep pushing?

but hot wars turn into cold periods. the last major hot period ended so terrifyingly that we've been in cold periods ever since. and there are hot flareups, police actions, etc. responses to ethnic cleansing. campaigns. but we want to say that mr Gorbachev tore down that wall and the gipper knocked one out of the park for the good guys in blue jeans

i say you tried that again on the deck of the uss Abraham Lincoln

look how accomplished that mission is

hey i wonder if the uss Abraham Lincoln is in the news for anything recently and

oh my

[Intro: Daron Malakian] You Why do they always send the poor?

[Verse 1: Serj Tankian, Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels Victorious Victorias kneel for brand-new spanking deals Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

[Pre-Chorus: Serj Tankian] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Serj Tankian] Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancin' in the desert, blowin' up the sunshine

[Verse 2: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian] Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom" Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies from the tablecloth

[Pre-Chorus: Serj Tankian] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Serj Tankian, Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancin' in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Everybody's goin' to the party, have a real good time Dancin' in the desert, blowin' up the sunshine

[Bridge: Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Blast off, it's party time And we don't live in a fascist nation Blast off, it's party time And where the fuck are you?

[Refrain: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian, Daron Malakian] Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why they always send the poor?

[Verse 2: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian] Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom" Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies from the tablecloth [Pre-Chorus: Serj Tankian] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Serj Tankian, Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancin' in the desert, blowin' up the sunshine Well everybody's goin' to the party, have a real good time Dancin' in the desert, blowin' up the sun

[Refrain: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor?

[Outro: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian] Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? They always send the poor, they always send the poor

i mean yeah

but i was a weird kid

for me it was

[Verse 1] Too many puppies are being shot in the dark Too many puppies are trained not to bark At the sight of blood that must be spilled So that we may maintain our oil fields

[Chorus] Too many puppies Too many puppies

[Verse 2] Too many puppies are taught to heal Too many puppies are trained to kill On the command of men wearing money belts That buy mistresses sleek animal pelts

[Chorus] Too many puppies Too many puppies Too many pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-puppies Too many puppies

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge] (Peanut sat on a railroad track His heart was all a flutter Along came the train Toot, toot, peanut butter)

[Verse 3] Too many puppies with guns in their hands Too many puppies in foreign lands Are dressed up sharp in suits of green And placed upon the war machine Too many puppies are just like me Too many puppies are afraid to see The visions of the past brought to life again Too many puppies, too many dead men

[Outro] (El Sobrante number one)

and

[Verse 1] This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue, when ya blood was red That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head, blasted through ya head I give a shoutout to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen, you was mesmerized Cellular phones, soundin' a death tone Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the .9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds

[Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?" (Yeah) Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?" Run it

[Guitar Solo] You might also like Know Your Enemy Rage Against the Machine Killing in the Name Rage Against the Machine Fistful of Steel Rage Against the Machine [Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?" Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?"

[Verse 2] Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the .9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape And then play it again, and again, and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say "jump", and ya say "how high?" Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

[Chorus] Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?" Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say "jump", you say "how high?" [Interlude] Uh Yeah Yeah Fuck

[Bridge] Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head

[Outro] A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in the head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head Yeah! Yeah!

[Intro] (Crank the music up) Bring that shit in, uh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with massive militant poetry Now check this out, uh!

[Verse 1] In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us, teaches us to read and write So-called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge and bow down to their god Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time, ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back Bam, here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam, step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change and to counteract We gotta take the power back

[Chorus] Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! Yeah, we gotta take the power back

[Verse 2] The present curriculum, I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric, every last one of 'em See right through the red, white, and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting to hold us back We've got to take it back Holes in our spirit causing tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior Of the system who cares about only one culture And that, is why we gotta take the power back

[Chorus] Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! Yeah, we gotta take the power back

[Bridge] Ayo check, we're gonna have to break it Break it, break it down Aw shit

[Instrumental Break] Uh! And like this Uh! Come on Yeah, bring it back the other way Uh!

[Verse 3] The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The student's eyes don't perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit And listen to that bullshit that he'd learned in school Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it (Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin' weathermen) Expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth 'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back

[Chorus] Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! Yeah, we gotta take the power back

[Bridge] No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies Uh! Yeah! [Outro] Take it back, y'all Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, y'all Come on, take it back, y'all Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, y'all Come on, uh! Yeah!

[Intro] Come on Uh Come on

[Verse 1] Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it The needle, I'll thread it, radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double "I'm Mad", still knee deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give you a dose but it can never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads Departments of police, (What!) the judges (What!), the feds Networks at work, keeping people calm You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot

[Interlude] Yeah Yeah, back in this You might also like euphoria Kendrick Lamar Bullet in the Head Rage Against the Machine Freedom Rage Against the Machine [Verse 2] With poetry my mind I flex "Flip" like Wilson, vocals never lackin' that finesse What do I got to, what do I got to do to wake you up? To shake you up, to break the structure up? 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like taking photos, mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove, then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the "Stutter Step" then bomb a left upon the fascists Yeah, several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream and put it to an end You better beware the retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X and tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge] Uh! What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head!? I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

[Bridge]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COINTELPRO

[He] may be a brave contender for this position, but should he abandon his supposed 'obedience' to the 'White liberal doctrine' of non-violence and embrace Black Nationalism...?

Through counter-intelligence, it should be possible to pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them

Through counter-intelligence,

it should be possible

to pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them And neutralize them, and neutralize them And neutralize them, and neutralize them And neutralize them

[Refrain] Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

[Guitar Solo] Yeah! [Outro] How long? Not long! 'Cause what you reap is what you sow

i was, idk, 12 years old at the latest when i figured all this out? most of it was plain and obvious at 4, 7, 9.

that was a long time ago

how about you

but that's the cute part.

where was it. scroll it back.

[ "Standin' with the fury that they had in '66" ]

think about who he is talking about there. with that. who was furious. how old where they. what was happening. how. why.

and we continue, because later we are given more

"[Verse 1: Zack De La Rocha] Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know, ya got to know That when I say "go, go, go!" Amp up and amplify, defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key, we'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge, and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face in the place and I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy"

ah ha. did you catch it?

[ "As we move into '92" ]

so, think about who is singing. who is performing. who wrote those words and is telling them to you. who are they in '92. he is commenting temporally about ideology. has he intoned any allegiance to any other temporally-labeled ideologies? does the writer or performer have any personal relation or lineage to any elsementioned temporal regions for semiotic flags to investigate?

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Rage Against the Machine (often abbreviated as RATM or shortened to Rage) was an American rock band formed in Los Angeles, California, in 1991. It consisted of vocalist Zack de la Rocha, bassist and backing vocalist Tim Commerford, guitarist Tom Morello, and drummer Brad Wilk.

[ It consisted of vocalist Zack de la Rocha ]

Zacharias Manuel de la Rocha January 12, 1970 Long Beach, California, U.S.

De la Rocha was born in Long Beach, California, on January 12, 1970, to Robert "Beto" de la Rocha and Olivia Lorryne Carter.

Roberto Isaac de la Rocha November 26, 1937 Wilmar, California, U.S.

Roberto Isaac "Beto" de la Rocha (Spanish pronunciation: [roˈβeɾto iˈsak ðe la ˈrotʃa]; born November 26, 1937) is a Mexican-American painter, graphic artist, and muralist. He was part of the Chicano art collective Los Four for a few years.

The Chicano Movement, also referred to as El Movimiento (pronounced [el moβiˈmjento], Spanish for "the Movement"), was a social and political movement in the United States that worked to embrace a Chicano identity and worldview that combated structural racism, encouraged cultural revitalization, and achieved community empowerment by rejecting assimilation. Chicanos expressed solidarity and defined their culture through the development of Chicano art during El Movimiento, and stood firm in preserving their religion.

The Chicano Movement was influenced by and entwined with the Black power movement, and both movements held similar objectives of community empowerment and liberation while also calling for Black–Brown unity.

[ guitarist Tom Morello ]

Thomas Baptist Morello May 30, 1964 Harlem, New York City, U.S.

Thomas Baptist Morello was born on May 30, 1964, in Harlem, New York City to parents Ngethe Njoroge and Mary Morello.

Ng'ethe Njoroge (10 November 1928 – 24 December 2023) was a Kenyan journalist and diplomat. In 1970, Njoroge assumed the role of Kenyan High Commissioner to the United Kingdom, a position he held until 1979.

According to an interview with his son, American guitarist Tom Morello, Njoroge was involved in the Mau Mau Uprising for Kenyan independence (1952–1960). Morello claimed in the same interview that his anti-authoritarian viewpoints are inspired by the involvement of his father in the uprising.

Mary Rose Morello

October 1, 1923 Marseilles, Illinois, U.S.

July 12, 2026 (aged 102) Los Angeles, California, U.S.

Early life Morello was born in Marseilles, Illinois, on October 1, 1923, to a mother of Irish and German descent, and a father of Italian (Piedmontese) descent. In 1954, she earned a master's degree in African and Latin American/Peru history at Loyola University Chicago. She spent the rest of the decade teaching English in Germany, Peru, and Japan while once circling the globe on a freighter.

From 1960 to 1963, Morello lived in Kenya, where she married Ngethe Njoroge. He had been an activist for Kenyan independence during the Mau Mau Uprising (1952–1960), and was the brother of politicians Njoroge Mungai and Jemimah Gecaga. Njoroge later became the first Kenyan delegate to the United Nations.

Career In the 1960s, Morello was involved in the Civil Rights movement and the NAACP. She was a long-time activist for the Chicago Urban League. In 1964, she and her husband moved to Harlem, New York, where she gave birth to their son Tom Morello (later known as the guitarist of Rage Against the Machine). They divorced in 1965 when Tom was one.[6] Morello moved with him to Libertyville, Illinois, a small suburb north of Chicago where she taught social studies and US history at Libertyville High School.

In 1987, she quit her teaching job after 22 years to found Parents for Rock and Rap, an anti-censorship group in opposition to Tipper Gore's Parents Music Resource Center. She made three trips to the Soviet Union, through Siberia and Mongolia.

In 1991, Morello and many others battled against legislation being proposed in Congress titled Pornography Victims Compensation Act, numbered S. 983, or, later, S. 1521. The legislation was not enacted, in part because of grass-roots activism. On June 24, 1996, she received the Hugh M. Hefner First Amendment Award in Arts and Entertainment for her work with Parents for Rock and Rap.

In the fall of 1991, Morello began a volunteer teaching job at the Salvation Army Rehabilitation Center in Waukegan, Illinois, where she taught adult literacy. She was involved in the Cuba Coalition in Chicago, which works toward lifting the U.S. embargo against Cuba.

Morello is also known for her involvement in the 1999 debate on the incarceration of then death row inmate Mumia Abu-Jamal, convicted of the 1982 shooting of a Philadelphia police officer. In an editorial, she said:

"When a cop is shot someone must be found guilty. As my son Tom says, '...all rational thinking goes out the window'. A cop being killed is no different than any other person being killed. They choose their profession."

[Verse 5: Zack De La Rocha] It's De La on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu Check my résumé, your residence is residue Call her a skin job and my honey dip will backflip for you You playin' God, your eye sockets she gon' rip into We sick of bleeding now the trey spray and victim you Done dyin', Phillip AK Dickin' you With clips in the bottom, we dipping through Gotham Yes, eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony Rip like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody Yes, aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump With reason to dump on you global grand dragons Still piling fast bucks, Afghani toe-taggin' Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories

[Intro: The D.O.C., Dr. Dre, and Ice Cube] Right about now, N.W.A court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A versus the Police Department Prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube And Eazy-motherfucking-E Order, order, order! Ice Cube, take the motherfucking stand Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothing but the truth so help your black ass? You goddamn right Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Ice Cube] Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color, so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun To be beating on and thrown in jail We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still getting swole off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbing his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showing out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any motherfucker in a blue uniform Just 'cause I'm from the CPT Punk police are afraid of me, huh A young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops dying in L.A. Yo, Dre, I got something to say

[Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police (Example of scene one)

[Skit 1: Cop, MC Ren, & Dr. Dre] Pull your goddamn ass over right now! Aw shit, now what the fuck you pullin' me over for? 'Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up! Man, fuck this shit Alright, smart-ass, I'm taking your black ass to jail! MC Ren, will you please give your testimony To the jury about this fucked up incident?

[Verse 2: MC Ren] Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority Because the niggas on the street is a majority A gang is with whoever I'm steppin' And the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in A stash spot for the so-called law Wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashing behind me But they're scared of a nigga, so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh Because it gives them a hint not to step in my path For police, I'm saying, "Fuck you, punk!" Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk Pulling out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you up Make you think I'ma kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me Or any asshole that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The motherfuckin' villain that's mad With potential to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound (Gunshots) Yeah, somethin' like that But it all depends on the size of the gat Takin' out a police would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

[Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck— Fuck the police

[Skit 2: Cop, Eazy-E, and Dr. Dre] Knocking Yeah, man, what you need? Police, open now (Aww, shit) We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest (Battering ram) Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! (Move, motherfucker, move now!) What the fuck did I do, man? What did I do? Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfucking ass on the floor! (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!) But I didn't do shit Man, just shut the fuck up! Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

[Verse 3: Eazy-E & MC Ren] I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin' Sweating my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and Shining the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid ass nigga when I'm playing with the trigger Of an Uzi or an AK 'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put out my picture with silence 'Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still, I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot By me or another nigga And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb motherfucker with a gun And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one That I take out, and then get away While I'm driving off laughing, this is what I'll say

[Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck— Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police (The verdict)

[Skit 3: Dr. Dre, Cop] The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chicken shit motherfucker Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie! Get him out of here! (I want justice!) Get him the fuck out my face! (I want justice!) Out, right now! Fuck you, you black motherfuckers!

[Chorus] Fuck the police Fuck the police Fuck the police

Those who died are justified

For wearin' the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died

By wearin' the badge, they're the chosen whites

Those who died are justified

For wearin' the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died

By wearin' the badge, they're the chosen whites,

come on

1992

Ugh

Yeah

Come on

Ugh

[Intro: Yung Trybez] Picture me rollin', bitch I go Skoden Picture me rollin', bitch I go Skoden Picture me rollin', bitch I go Skoden Picture me rollin, yah yah

[Verse 1: Yung Trybez] Big chief's in the building, homie pipe down Middle fingers up from my hometown From underground Chiefs to the Braves to the Briefs Look who's got my back when it goes down On the outside, I'm meta-world peace I'm the malice in the palace, inside I'm a beast Put a fist in the sky for the Sioux Tribe Middle fingers up to the pipelines Shoutout to the red-skinned bloodhounds Holdin' down for the red camp right now My people getting mauled getting put on by the dogs And we're still being cuffed like outlaws Resurrecting the indigenous, black snake killas We got every other village out here fighting like guerrillas And were here to take the power from depletist egomaniacs Our voice is a weapon and its powerful And I'm spittin' ammunition, Rambo Coming out the shadow, no camo No Tar Heels here, no more land to steal Don't fuck with me, I got hands, bro For Standing Rock, I stand Lelu's voice, I am We deploy the braves 'fore ya destroy the land 'Bout to take it all back, we them village boys, let's go

[Chorus: Young D & Yung Trybez] Still we all gon' rise, they don't enjoy us We on that ride or die, 'cause we warriors And that’s word to the wise, fuck 'em vultures We stay loyal to the soil, y'all can't beat us, might as well join us Or bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden!

[Verse 2: Young D] Ever since I was a little k-i-d, I've been feeling like my d-a-d Every time he’s around the RCMP, man I'm ready to fight 'cause its we not me Man I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree when a goon squad abuse their authority I'm a snow goon Man I bring the D like Richard Sherman and the L-O-B, boom! Wanna talk about the who's who? You ain't got a Blue's clue We don't fit the same shoes, okay, old news The land is all we got and we refuse to lose So we finna go (skoden!), Jordin TooToo Talk about BUFU, "By Us, Fuck You" We stand with Standing Rock and the Lelu Middle fingers to the sky like the boys in Haida Gwaii We gon' start a picket line and we'll be Saints if we die (that's so true) Cypress Hill, homie lets be real, okay here's the deal My shit ain't never stank if you think that tank ain't never gonna spill Get the message that I send off? It ain't really that hard to comprehend dog I'm screaming "fuck you" till my skin turn blue Like Sonic The Hedgehog [Chorus: Young D & Yung Trybez] Still we all gon' rise, they don't enjoy us We on that ride or die, 'cause we warriors And that’s word to the wise, fuck 'em vultures We stay loyal to the soil, y'all can't beat us, might as well join us Or bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden! Bitch we go skoden Skoden, skoden, skoden!

[Outro: Beau Dick] When we broke our coppers at the legislature building and the parliament building here in Canada, we broke a spell of false dominance and control. The true custodians of mother earth. We the tribal people have standing, and it is up to the people to uphold justice. That means that law enforcement and the military's first responsibility is to protect the tribal people of this land. And we want to remind you American and Canadian citizens that you are still our guests here and we are still your hosts

[Verse 1] My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist You can topple ideologies but not the armies they enlist" I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts chanting "war" "Well, that's the sound of freedom, son," he said, "Free to say no more"

[Bridge] But wait a minute, Dad Did you actually say freedom? Well, if you're dumb enough to vote You're fucking dumb enough to believe 'em 'Cause if this country is so goddamn free Then I can burn your fucking flag wherever I damn well please

And then I'm gonna stick it up your fucking ass!

[Verse 2] I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine Rhyme-less, unreasoned conjecture kept me in line But then I stood back and wondered What the fuck had they done to me? Made accomplice to all that I'd promised I would never fucking be, never be

[Verse 3] You carry their anthem convinced that it's yours Invitation to honour, invitation to war Bette Midler now assumes sainthood Romanticize murder for morale "Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree, my friend" And "Gee Wally, that's swell." Fuck the troops to hell

[Refrain] Fuck the troops to hell

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[Verse 1] Bite my tongue, bide my time Wearing a warning sign Wait 'til the world is mine Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes

[Chorus] You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one

[Verse 2] Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all scream Tell me which one is worse Living or dying first Sleeping inside a hearse (I don't dream)

[Pre-Chorus] You say, "Come over, baby I think you're pretty" I'm okay, I'm not your baby If you think I'm pretty

[Chorus] You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus] Crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown (You should see me, see me) Your silence is my favorite sound (You should see me, see me) Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one

[Intro] ​eurt s'em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE Euphoria

[Verse] Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)

Don't speak on the family, crodie It can get deep in the family, crodie Talk about me and my family, crodie? Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's something you don't wanna do

[Verse] When I think about you I get quite upset I’m [ NUNYABIZNISS ] years old And you still think that I'm ten I know you’ll never understand Why I won’t put on that dress Oh, you should count yourself lucky That I am so well read If I had one dollar Every time that you opened your mouth And something impossibly awful came out Well, you’d be vеry happy 'Cause then I would be rich But you’ll havе to say sorry If you want any of it because

[Pre-Chorus] You, you make me feel small Because you are small You, you puff your whole chest up To make you seem taller I’m not buyin' it (It’s not 'cause I’m cheap) I’ll burn the store down I’m not buyin' it I am renouncing the monetary system

[Chorus] Money, the money It’s all about the money, baby Haven’t you heard? It’s all about the money

[Verse 1] Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons Packed up and ready to go Heard of some gravesites out by the highway A place where nobody knows The sound of gunfire off in the distance I'm getting used to it now Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto I've lived all over this town

[Chorus] This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around No time for dancing or lovey-dovey I ain't got time for that now

[Verse 2] Transmit the message to the receiver Hope for an answer some day I got three passports, a couple of visas You don't even know my real name High on a hillside, the trucks are loading Everything's ready to roll I sleep in the daytime and I work in the nighttime I might not ever get home

[Chorus] This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around This ain't no Mudd Club or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now

[Verse 3] Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit? Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.? You oughta know not to stand by the window Somebody see you up there I got some groceries, some peanut butter To last a couple of days But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones Ain't got no records to play

[Chorus] Why stay in college? Why go to night school? Gonna be different this time Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard I ain't got time for that now

[Verse 4] Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock We blended in with the crowd We got computers, we're tapping phone lines I know that that ain't allowed We dress like students, we dress like housewives Or in a suit and a tie I changed my hairstyle so many times now I don't know what I look like

[Verse 5] You make me shiver, I feel so tender We make a pretty good team Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving You ought to get you some sleep Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks? They won't help me survive My chest is aching, burns like a furnace The burning keeps me alive Get your instructions, follow directions

[Verse 1: arin from game grumps] I'm the tallest of mountains, I am the roughest of waves I'm the toughest of terrors, I am the darkest of days I'm the last one that's standing, don't try to stand in my way 'Cause I've been up against better, just take a look at my face

[Refrain: still arin] 'Cause if you're messing with me I am a dangerous weapon I am the sharpest of blades I'll cut you down in a second 'Cause I was born in this pain It only hurts if you let it So if you think you can take me Then you should go and forget it

[Pre-Chorus: the other guy, also still arin] And after all this time, you're back for more (I won't stop until they know my name) So I'll take what's mine and start this war (I'm coming at you like a tidal wave) [!]

[Chorus: who cares] When everything you know has come and gone (You are at your lowest, I am rising higher) Only scars remain of who I was (What I find in the ashes, you lose in the fire) When there's no one left to carry on (This is an illusion, open up your eyes, and) This pain persists, I can't resist But that's what it takes to be infinite

[Post-Chorus: some jabroni and the videogame boy who wins] Yeah, so look around you, and tell me what you really see I never end, and that's the difference in you and me 'Cause when your time is up, and everything is falling down It's only me and you, who is gonna save you now? So look around you, and tell me what you really see You live a lie, and that's the difference in you and me I have the power; let me show you what it's all about It's only me and you, who is gonna save you now?

[Interlude: susie's husbamd] (Who is gonna save you now?)

[Verse 2: why do they keep putting singer in this its annopying] I am the tallest of mountains And don't you ever forget it If you step in the ring Then you're gonna regret it

[Refrain: i can only make so many arin hanson jokes] Yeah, 'cause if you're messing with me Then you should know that it's over I don't crumble for nothing I've got the world on my shoulders

[Pre-Chorus: other guy is more fun to listen to than the originating artist tho] And after all this time, you're back for more (I won't stop until they know my name) So I'll take what's mine and start this war

[Chorus: zzzzz] When everything you know has come and gone (You are at your lowest, I am rising higher) Only scars remain of who I was (What I find in the ashes, you lose in the fire) When there's no one left to carry on (This is an illusion, open up your eyes, and) This pain persists, I can't resist But that's what it takes to be infinite

[Post-Chorus: im glad dan didnt come in for this one tho sorry bro just not my scene] Yeah, so look around you, and tell me what you really see I never end, and that's the difference in you and me 'Cause when your time is up, and everything is falling down It's only me and you, who is gonna save you now? So look around you, and tell me what you really see You live a lie, and that's the difference in you and me I have the power; let me show you what it's all about It's only me and you, who is gonna save you now?

[Outro] (Who is gonna save you now?)

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