"More than 50 years of "Third World" so-called "revolutionary" movements have failed to produce any emancipatory results whatsoever"
Is that something of an overstatement? Having visited both the South Africa and the West Bank and Gaza, I was very impressed with what people had done there in straitened circumstances. I hear that Vietnam is quite impressive, too.
In Cuba, each merry maid Wakes up with this serenade Peanuts! They’re nice and hot Peanuts! I sell alot If you haven’t got bananas, don’t be blue Peanuts in a little bag are calling you Don’t waste them, no tummy ache You’ll taste them when you awake For at the very break of day The peanut vendor’s on his way At dawning that whistle blows Through ev’ry city, town, and country lane You’ll hear him sing his plaintive little strain And as he goes by to you he’ll say: “Big jumbos, big double ones Come buy those peanuts roasted today Come try those freshly roasted today!” If you’re looking for a moral to this song Fifty million little monkeys can’t be wrong
In Cuba, his smiling face Is welcome most ev’ry place Peanuts! They hear him cry Peanuts! They all reply If you’re looking for an early morning treat Get some double jointed peanuts good to eat For breakfast or dinner time For supper, most anytime A merry twinkle in his eye He’s got a way that makes you buy Each morning that whistle blows The little children like to trail along They love to hear the peanut vendor’s song They all laugh with glee when he will say “They’re roasted, no tiny ones They’re toasted, peanuts in the shell Come buy some, I eat more than I sell!” If an apple keeps the doctor from your door Peanuts ought to keep him from you ever more
In Cuba, each merry maid Wakes up with this serenade Peanuts! They’re nice and hot, Peanuts! I sell alot, “Peanuts! We’ll meet again Peanuts! This street again Peanuts! You’ll eat again Your peanut man.” That Peanut man’s gone.