[lbo-talk] Bourgeois media celebrates international revolution ?! Am I on Candid Camera ?

c b cb31450 at gmail.com
Thu Feb 17 07:00:43 PST 2011


Nadja,

Here's the main song they're singing at the TunisianEgyptian Party of a New Type. Dancin' in the streets, like Martha Reeves sings. Reports are of the Biggest Cabarets since the Pharoahs, World Historic Celebration !!! TRA LA LA TRA LA LA

ARISE YE CHILDREN OF STARVATION ! ARISE YE WRETCHED OF THE EARTH FOR JUSTICE THUNDERS CONDEMNATION THERE'S A BETTER WORLD IN BIRTH !

Debout, les damnés de la terre Debout, les forçats de la faim La raison tonne en son cratère C'est l'éruption de la fin Du passé faisons table rase Foule esclave, debout, debout Le monde va changer de base Nous ne sommes rien, soyons tout

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

Stand up, damned of the Earth Stand up, prisoners of hunger Reason thunders in its volcano This is the eruption of the end Of the past let us make a clean slate Enslaved masses, stand up, stand up The world is about to change its foundation We are nothing, let us be all

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The Internationale

Will be the human race :| Second stanza

Il n'est pas de sauveurs suprêmes Ni Dieu, ni César, ni tribun Producteurs, sauvons-nous nous-mêmes Décrétons le salut commun Pour que le voleur rende gorge Pour tirer l'esprit du cachot Soufflons nous-mêmes notre forge Battons le fer quand il est chaud

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

There are no supreme saviours Neither God, nor Caesar, nor tribune. Producers, let us save ourselves Decree the common salvation So that the thief expires, So that the spirit be pulled from its prison, Let us fan the forge ourselves Strike the iron while it is hot

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The Internationale

Will be the human race :| Third stanza

L'État comprime et la loi triche L'impôt saigne le malheureux Nul devoir ne s'impose au riche Le droit du pauvre est un mot creux C'est assez, languir en tutelle L'égalité veut d'autres lois Pas de droits sans devoirs dit-elle Égaux, pas de devoirs sans droits

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

The State oppresses and the law cheats Tax bleeds the unfortunate No duty is imposed on the rich The rights of the poor is an empty phrase Enough languishing in custody Equality wants other laws: No rights without duties, she says, Equally, no duties without rights

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The Internationale

Will be the human race :| Fourth stanza

Hideux dans leur apothéose Les rois de la mine et du rail Ont-ils jamais fait autre chose Que dévaliser le travail ? Dans les coffres-forts de la bande Ce qu'il a créé s'est fondu En décrétant qu'on le lui rende Le peuple ne veut que son dû.

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

Hideous in their apotheosis The kings of the mine and of the rail Have they ever done anything other Than steal work? Inside the safeboxes of the gang, What work had created melted. By ordering that they give it back The people want only their due.

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The Internationale

Will be the human race :| Fifth stanza

Les rois nous saoulaient de fumées Paix entre nous, guerre aux tyrans Appliquons la grève aux armées Crosse en l'air, et rompons les rangs S'ils s'obstinent, ces cannibales À faire de nous des héros Ils sauront bientôt que nos balles Sont pour nos propres généraux

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

The kings made us drunk with fumes, Peace among us, war to the tyrants! Let the armies go on strike, Stocks in the air, and break ranks If they insist, these cannibals On making heroes of us, They will know soon that our bullets Are for our own generals

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The Internationale

Will be the human race :| Sixth stanza

Ouvriers, paysans, nous sommes Le grand parti des travailleurs La terre n'appartient qu'aux hommes L'oisif ira loger ailleurs Combien de nos chairs se repaissent Mais si les corbeaux, les vautours Un de ces matins disparaissent Le soleil brillera toujours.

|: C'est la lutte finale

Groupons-nous, et demain

L'Internationale

Sera le genre humain :|

Workers, peasants, we are The great party of labourers The earth belongs only to men The idle will go to reside elsewhere How much of our flesh have they consumed, But if these ravens, these vultures Disappeared one of these days The sun will shine forever

|: This is the final struggle

Let us group together, and tomorrow

The International

Will be the human race :|

cb and others,

If I was always hesitant it's because I knew this was not a real revolution.Uprising yes.I have seen the real revolutions.This is not it.

In the West,the leftists went crazy--because they  have never seen so many people on the street forgetting that in a real revolution--US media would not work day and night.Nor support it. In a real revolution--there would be leaders  and a program and the structures-health,education,economy etc etc--and the people to run it--because they would have to take care of many people the moment the revolution is over.

This was just a party. nadja

^^^^^ CB: Yes, party of a new type, Mardi Gras of the People



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