Bopping political music

Went to a Bok van Blerk concert in Suid Afrika when I was there for a summer. Really really really good live.

 
Been for a couple of rides in a Police Casspir in a couple of the townships around Pretoria.

 
Around 25 years ago I heard the song Emma Goldman by Sloan on Canadian radio.
I didn't find that version, so here is the original version by Anne Feeney:
 
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Ohhhh yeah, wind up the volume!

Seitar – Call of the Sons of Perun (AZOV)​


 
Chloe serves up Pootie’s greatest hits. Shocker.
LOL. КОМУ ВНИЗ присвятили цю пісню Азову?

Deckard! Learn to read. ".....dedicated this song to Azov."

As for Seitar – Call of the Sons of Perun (AZOV) - look at the flag in the image. rotflmao. Pootie's favorite boys.
 
LOL. КОМУ ВНИЗ присвятили цю пісню Азову?

Deckard! Learn to read. ".....dedicated this song to Azov."

As for Seitar – Call of the Sons of Perun (AZOV) - look at the flag in the image. rotflmao. Pootie's favorite boys.

Unlike you, I don’t read Russian.
 
Unlike you, I don’t read Russian.
Ukrainian, my dear deckard. Ukrainian. Altho they use the same alphabet as Russia. For now, anyhow, altho it seems they may change over, long term.

It's like reading something written in, say, Spanish, and saying "I don't read French" because it's written using the same alphabet.

My goodness! The level of intelligent discourse on this board is declining. Do try to raise the tone a little, old chap. This is quite disheartening. One comes here to inflict and to suffer....
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take up arms against a sea of wokester troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to end;
To make of them no more; and to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to when we read this foolishness, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that dream of helicopters, what joy may come
When lefties shuffle off this mortal coil, plunging through the skies to meet their end
Splattered as a noxious pest is splattered, mere jam
Ah, 'tis but a faint hope, but one hopes, one can but hope, that the tone be raised a trifle.....
For who could bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, the foolishness of Literotica posters
Who foolishly mistake noble Ukrainian for that language of peasants and vatniks
This is a most unworthy take, and one that pleases me not.
But sweet mercy is nobility's true badge,
And thus I will forgo the aerial ride, casting you not into the abyss
But instead bid you to to use, the brain God gave to you
For other than foolish thoughts and foul invective
For to call a person a Pootie fan, is a sin most unforgiveable
 
Did Pootie teach you that while you were serving in North Korea, Chingy?
Learnt it by rote at school. We chinkies so good at memorizing!!!! It's the little slantie eyes. They help us focus better by reducing peripheral vision. Focus like a laser not applied to us chinkie-chows by mistake. So true of course. So silly gweilo!

Of course so silly of you to even ask this. Every know we all spend summers in North Korea studying prose of greaest writer in history after Glorious Chairman Xi! William Kim Jong Un! Wrote so many great plays! For example "Hamlet" about small village esteemed Chairman grew up in! So many others. "King Leer" about horrible Americans with Yellow Fever. "Julius Seize Her" about nasty American rapists. "The Taming of the Shrew" about disgusting European pet control concepts. Everyone know cat and dog should be eaten, not petted. So many other great woks!
 
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