January 26, 201412 yr "Woodsrider" started his post with "Welcome to America the land of the hypocrites" which reminded me of this song. I posted it to associate it with his comment. PurplePride started the thread related to how hypocritical it was for people to post positive MLK stuff on Facebook and then turn around and go back to not being so nice. I prefaced my song post with how his comment reminded me of the song' date=' and how my brain works in song, and thought that in some respects that it applied to what had been said previously in the thread. I'm very happy to be living in America and personally was not trying to put it down with being topical to the thread. I don't however think that the Violent Femmes were completely wrong in the things that they said in the song. They painted a sometimes hard to digest truth about America. I completely agree and echo your words about MLK. I don't think that I could have said it any better than you did.[/quote'] Thanks for the explanation!
January 26, 201412 yr I'd reply but I'm too busy laughing. I wish I could give a "super like" to this post.
January 26, 201412 yr Decades ago there was a push to give him a national holiday. I'd say some teachers discuss MLK this time of the year. Also, the issues used to be discussed in Black History Month in February. At least in the schools I attended it was. Teachable moments should occur on any and every day. Kinda gets back to the gist of the thread.
January 27, 201412 yr King was a communist who cheated on his wife with white women. Now we have a racist "black" president, he should be so proud. Straight from the propaganda of the old John Birch Society and their brethren the kkk.
January 27, 201412 yr Ben Harper - Like A King / I'll Rise Well Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare. Can't walk the streets, to them we are fair game, our lives don't mean a thing. Like a King, like a King, like a King. Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King. Like a king, like a King, like a King. How I wish you could help us Dr. King. Make sure it's filmed, shown on national T.V. They'll have no mercy. A legal lynch mob like the days strung up from the tree. The L.A.P.D. Like a King, like a King, like a King. Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King. Like a King, like a King, like a King. How I wish you could help us Dr. King. So if you catch yourself thinking it has changed for the best you better second guess cause Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare. Like a King, like a King, like a King. Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King. Like a King, like a King, like a King How I wish you could help us Dr. King. Like a King, like a King, like a King. Like a King, like a King, like a King. Like a King, like a King, like a King. How I wish... Like a King, like a King. Like a King, like a King, like a, like a King. Like a King, like a King, like a King. When we will look to the past, look to the past to learn? I wish... Like a king, like a king, like a king. Like a king, like a king, like a king. Bye, bye we must go to see the King. Bye, bye we must go to face the King. You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies, you may trod me down in the very dirt. And still like the dust, I'll rise. Does my happiness upset you? Why are you best with gloom cause I laugh, like I've got an oil well pumpin' in my living room? So you may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. Out of the shacks of history's shame, up from a past rooted in pain, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. Now did you want to see me broken, bowed head and lowered eyes, shoulders fallen down like teardrops, weakened by my soulful cries. Does my confidence upset you? Don't you take it awful hard cause I walk, like I've got a diamond mine breakin' up in my front yard. So you may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. Out of the shacks of history's shame, up from a past rooted in pain, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. So you may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies. You may trod me down in the very dirt. And still like the dust, I'll rise. Does my happiness upset you? Why are you best with gloom cause I laugh, like I've got a goldmine diggin' up in my living room. You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. Out of the shacks of history's shame, up from a past rooted in pain, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. Out of the shacks of history's shame, up from a past rooted in pain, I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. I gonna rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise. I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise
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