From The American Left History Blog Archives (2009)
- On American Political Discourse
Markin comment:
In the period 2006-2009 I, in
vain, attempted to put some energy into analyzing the blossoming American
presidential campaign since it was to be, as advertised at least, a watershed
election, for women, blacks, old white anglos, latinos, youth, etc. In the
event I had to abandon the efforts in about May of 2008 when it became obvious,
in my face obvious, that the election would be a watershed only for those who
really believed that it would be a watershed election. The four years of the
Obama presidency, the 2012 American presidential election campaign, and world
politics have only confirmed in my eyes that that abandonment was essentially
the right decision at the right time. In short, let the well- paid bourgeois
commentators go on and on with their twitter. I, we, had (have) better things
to do like fighting against the permanent wars, the permanent war economies,
the struggle for more and better jobs, and for a workers party that fights for
a workers government . More than enough to do, right? Still a look back at some
of the stuff I wrote then does not a bad feel to it. Read on.
*************Another Song For Our Times- Bob Dylan's "Masters Of War"
Several weeks ago (see repost below from
February 21, 2009 archive) I wrote an entry concerning one of Bob Dylan's early
protest-oriented songs "With God On Our Side" under the influence of
the Obama Administration's recent troop escalation in Afghanistan. Needless to
say, our call is "Immediate Unconditional Withdrawal Of U.S./Allied Troops
From Afghanistan". However I am still reeling under the impact of that
damn escalation today on the 6th Anniversary of the Iraq invasion so another early
Dylan song has been pounding in my brain, "Masters Of War". I think
that it speaks very adequately to today's situation. How about
you?</strong>
Posted February 21, 2009
"I am in high dudgeon today against the latest Obama
moves for troops escalation in Afghanistan .
I am also writing a review of the Martin Scorsese documentary on Bob Dylan,
"No Direction Home", from PBS in 2005. This film covers the early
protest song-oriented part of Dylan's career, among other things. As part of
the documentary there are many film clips of early performances. The one that
struck me as apt for today is his rendition of the song "With God On Our
Side" together with Joan Baez at the Newport Folk Festival in 1963.
Powerful stuff. Here is my take on it today.
In the interest of completeness concerning my earlier
evaluations of the Dylan songs "Masters Of War" and "With Good
On Our Side" on his early albums here are the lyrics to the former song.
Interestingly, except for changing the Cold War theme
against the Russians then to the so-called War On Terror now against seemingly
every Muslim that any American presidential administration can get it hands on
(Bush in Iraq and Afghanistan) and Obama (same and, maybe, Pakistan) these
lyrics "speak" to me today. The word they speak is hubris, American
hubris, that the rest of the world has had reason to fear, and rightly so. What
do they "speak" to you?"
Guest Commentary
Masters Of War-Bob Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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