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Hey Democrats, why not focus on the Working Man a bit more

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And the working woman. You know the people who work all day long. The people who have to work to get by, and raise a family. They got to raise a family, they got to have children, they got to fill the land, they got to populate. Unless, the robots, take over, and the productivity rates go way up past the usual 1.5 to 2.0 percent like we've seen in the last several decades. 

If the robots ever take over much, they will not need all the babies, and all the self driving cars, and all the food stuffs will be kind of cheap to produce. Who would ever want to work hard if that was the case? Well, I'm guessing that if that was the case, you would have to pay people a lot more to work. I mean, considering the supply would be so easy to come by.

 

Anyway, this is the best song Rush ever did in my opinion. 

 

 

 

You Democratic Hopefuls, play this song at the end of everyone of your speeches. Get the use of the song endorsed by Rush. If you win the primary, have Rush play "working man" live at the fricking 

Democratic Convention!!! 

 

Get the Unions involved have them there too / Rock the heck out of that Fricking stage!!!

 

Peace!

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I’ve recently taken notice of the high volume of threads that begin like ... ‘HEY DEMOCRATS ...’ followed by a rebuke of sorts.

 

Just seems awfully trolly.   Makes me wonder if the bots/trolls are working overtime.

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Alexanda Ocasio-Cortez:  I'm Proud To Be A Bartender

 

 

 

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9 to 5
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me!
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
An' the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life, and you dream about it, don't you?
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
9 to 5, whoa what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life, and you dream about it, don't you?
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
9 to 5, working 9 to 5

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Take This Job and Shove It
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
'Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I been workin' in this factory
For nigh on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drownin' in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folks die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right offa' my back
If I had the guts to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reasons
I was workin' for
You better not try to stand in my way
'Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Well that foreman, he's a regular dog
The line boss, he's a fool
Got a brand new flattop haircut
Lord, he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top
And that sucker, he's gonna' pay
Lord I can't wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reasons
I was workin for
You better not try to stand in my way
'Cause I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Take this job and shove it

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Sixteen Tons

Tennessee Earnie Ford

 

 

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
 

 

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Great songs.

 

On 4/8/2019 at 4:22 PM, jrock2310 said:

Makes me wonder if the bots/trolls are working overtime.

 

TheOldBarn is no troll or bot.

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I don't know what universe people are living in when they think massive tax cuts for the rich, environmental deregulation and gutted health care are good for the working man.

How did 'working people' grow convinced that the road to prosperity is by begging huge corporations that do not give a sh!t about them to enlist them into perpetual wage slavery?

 

Working people should have loftier ambitions.

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On 4/16/2019 at 4:37 PM, Toldya said:

I don't know what universe people are living in when they think massive tax cuts for the rich, environmental deregulation and gutted health care are good for the working man.

How did 'working people' grow convinced that the road to prosperity is by begging huge corporations that do not give a sh!t about them to enlist them into perpetual wage slavery?

 

Working people should have loftier ambitions.

I don't need no gubmint to take care of me!

 

Let's give tax breaks to mega-corps so they can take better care of us...

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On 4/10/2019 at 6:19 AM, Renegade said:

Great songs.

 

 

TheOldBarn is no troll or bot.

thanks for that! The OldBarn is imperfect, somehow incomplete, ill mannered at times, in his haste, and tired most the time, wishing for something with which to reinvigorate 

purpose. You could be a young person and wish for that. You could be rich or poor, young or old, feeling just the same way. 

You could be human too. Partly baboon, the OldBarn remembers is grandmother who he met only once who took him to the Toledo Zoo where they had Baboons in a cage.

I think this was probably, circa 1964, maybe 1965. She, the grandmother tied her left hand behind her back because she wanted to be right-handed. She kept all her furniture wrapped in plastic, she kept a very tidy and neat apartment. She came from a rich family, met a young officer who through her off her off her feet, and ran off and got married with him. 

Her family did not approve. That young officer, my grandfather, fought in WWI. Came back and then became the editor of the biggest newspaper in Toledo. 

But sadly, he had an elicit affair with his secretary that produced a baby. He was removed, never to be heard again from my family. 

 

My grandmother kept all her fine clothes, her temperament - the one that describes a persons natural core, dependent on how they were raised. Well, not really. Rich kids back in her day were completely misguided. They were sold a story that made little sense. They thought they were somehow better than the rest. 

 

Anyway, I met her only once. And she took me the youngest kid and the rest of us kids to the zoo in the rain. And I have always felt sad for her. Not because she ended up with nothing.

She missed out on so much. And I have to think she did have potential, that went unnoticed, mostly by her, as well as her entire family that she never ever knew.

But hey, she did produce a daughter who became a nun. She was a fixture in the Catholic church she went to each and everyday to pray in - literally she went there every day. I went to her funeral, the church was packed. 

A bunch of people it seemed, all went there too each and everyday. Old people.And sometimes  I think it was all that they had.

 

Peace!

 

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On 4/10/2019 at 9:19 AM, Renegade said:

Great songs.

 

 

TheOldBarn is no troll or bot.

That's true. He practically lives in the liberals only room.

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1 hour ago, TDS said:

That's true. He practically lives in the liberals only room.

like a beat writer, they gave a voice to. It was hard to imagine why, but it was just a voice that seemed to be impervious to the literature at large.

There is no best way to write he would say about all the apartment buildings in the slums, that's what they call the area where the only remaining houses are all destroyed, 

and you have to live in an apartment dwelling that is owned by slum lords in Detroit. 

Nobody gets too angry to know they are poor and impoverished, and even when they might feel they were lucky to get welfare, the full welfare for not being able to work, life just

does not get any easier, only more meager, for them and their relations, their children, and their children's children, of whom they now are in their old age in charge of shaping and protecting. 

Just who can talk to them, if they should ever even wish to read any words written on a page.

 

Everybody is poor. We are all poor. We are all destitute. Nobody really cares about the people.

 

I live here on the Liberals only board.  This is where I was born.

 

Break-up Facebook. The beat writer says. Anyone could code a social network, but not everyone could take away the privacy, create a Like button and follow them anywhere they go on the internet. Not everyone could. They could out maneuver the cost of pop-up advertisements, shape the internet for generations to come.

 

They could Uber workers into contractors and not be responsible in the gig economy where restrictions don't mean a gosh darn thing. 

Would they, could they? 

 

I don't live here on the liberals board. I write poetry. 

I am a poet. 

 

I never said I was a good poet. 

I don't think or feel that writing is mostly subjective

depending on ones taste. 

 

But I am a real person.  Not a troll or a bot. 

 

Yet, sometimes I do wonder, how would someone else who doesn't know me know.

 

Peace!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh, I have to say, can I tell you this. I love Phillip Glass's Mad Rush. 

It is so simple, it becomes saturated with time, a long time, years and years where nothing good comes out of anything, and you might find yourself, you own life in the middle, 

of all this and then it becomes, one thought at a time, one thought that allows you to believe somehow...

 

It's just a piano. It's like a silent motion picture movie. You can almost imagine slants, people gesturing this or that, a city filled with desperate folk, and nearby sits the ocean side, and the waves, light touching off each wave from the sunlight, a family living a completely different style of life, what it might have been like,

before you were born.

 

 

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