Archive for January, 2009

Obama’s Speech

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

“My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices born by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because “We the People” have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many.

They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.”

“We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect.

To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages.

We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world…that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.”

Congratulation Mr. Obama. But, eventhough you’ve been livin in Indonesia and Indonesians goes crazy on you (a shameness with questionable crazyness), let see in this 100 days of your works with US Policy: your words can be a fact or not.

The Decline

Where are all the stupid people from and how’d they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range, feed amber waves of grains to lesser human beings: zero feelings.

Blame it on human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny). Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy). Or “Fear of God”: the fear of change, the fear of truth.

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs, there’s no answers. Memorize and sing ‘Star Spangled’ songs, when the questions aren’t ever asked: is anybody learning from the past? We’re living in united stagnation!

Father what have I done? I took that 22. A gift to me from you, to bed with me each night: ‘kept it clean, polished it well, cherished every cartridge, every shell!’.

But down by the creek, under brush, under dirt, there’s a carcass of my second kill. Down by the park, under stone, under pine, there’s a carcass of my brother William.

Well, brother, where have you gone to? “I swear, I never thought I could. I see so many times. They told me to shoot straight. Don’t pull the trigger, squeeze. That will insure a kill”.

Well, a kill is what you want. And you say a kill is why we breed!

Then the Christians love their guns with the Church and NRA. Pray for their salvations, pray on the lower faiths. The story book’s been read and every line believed. Curriculum’s been set, logic is a threat: reason searched and seized.

“Jerry spent some time in Michigan. A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime. A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit. A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine. Jerry only stayed a couple months. It’s hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass!”.

Asphyxiation is simple and fast: it beats seventeen fun years of being someone’s bitch. So, ‘don’t think (just stay). Drink your wine (at your home). Watch the fire burn (it will be). His problems not mine (just play safe)’. Just be that model citizen!

I wish, I had a schilling (for each senseless killing), for every senseless killing.

I’d buy a government: ‘America’s for sale and you can get a good deal on it

(a good deal on it) and make a healthy profit’. Or maybe, tear it apart. Start with an assumption, ‘a million people are smart, smarter than one’. Then serotonin’s gone, she gave up, drifted away.

Sara fled, thought process gone. She left her answering machine on the greeting left spoken sincere: ‘messages no one will ever hear!’

Ten thousand messages a day, a million more transmissions lay, victims of the laissez faire. Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns. A hundred decibels turns to one: ‘one bullet, one empty head!’

Now with Serotonin gone, the man who used to speak performs a cute routine: ‘feel a little patronized, don’t feel bad’. Yup, they found a way inside your head and you feel a bit mislead. But it’s not that they don’t care. Because the television’s put a thought inside your head, like a Barry Manilow jingle.

Somehow, i’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, a symphonic blank stare. Even it doesn’t make you care (make you care). Not designed to make you care (make you care). They’re betting you won’t care (you won’t…)

So, place a wager on your greed, a wager on your pride: ‘why try to beat them when, a million others tried?’ Because we are the whore, intellectually spayed, we are the queer, dysfunctionally raised.

One more pill to kill the pain, living through conformity. One more prayer to keep me safe, there’s gonna be a better place. Lost the battle, lost the war. Lost the things, worth living for. Lost the will to win the fight: one more pill to kill the pain.

Sing, na na na na na, la na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na. The going get tough, the tough get debt. Don’t pay attention, pay the rent. Next of kins pay for your sins, a little faith should keep us safe.

Dear nature, just save us: the human existence is failing. Resistance, essential, the future written off. The odds are astronomically against us. Only moron and genius would fight a losing battle against the super ego: when giving in is so damn comforting!

And so we go on with our lives. We know the truth, but prefer lies: lies are simple. Simple is bliss. So, why go against tradition when we can admit defeat? Just live in decline: be the victim of our own design. The status quo built on suspect, ‘why would anyone stick out their neck?’

So, fellow members of Club “We’ve Got Ours”, I’d like to introduce you to our host: ‘He’s got his and I’ve got mine. Meet the decline: “We are the queer; We are the whore; Ammunition in the class war. We are worker; We love our queen; We sacrifice; We’re soilent green. We are the queer; We are the whore; Ammunition in the class war”‘.

The Decline is a punk EP by NOFX. The CD version consisted of only the 18-minute title track, but the vinyl included a different version of “Clams Have Feelings Too” (from Pump Up the Valuum) on the B-side. The Decline is largely a satire of American politics and law, with an overwhelming concern for blind behaviors of the masses, such as complacency, indifference, and conformity, as well as destruction of constitutional rights, and condemnation of the religious right. Although the lyrics are somewhat disjointed, they all refer back to the unifying theme of the “decline” of America. The outro of the song on the trombone is played by Lars Nylander of Skankin’ Pickle.

According to the band, the recording of The Decline was a: “Nightmare! Recording this fuck was a total nightmare. Writing it was a total nightmare. I’m glad we did it, but I wouldn’t do it again. We went back to the studio 3 different times and added stuff and remixed and remastered 4 times. It ain’t no rock opera like Song Remains the Same or nothing. We got the idea from Subhumans, not Rush. Why an 18 minute song? Just to do something different. We’ve done enough short songs, time for a long one. Anyway, my advice, never try this song at home”.

The Subhumans song Fat Mike is most likely referring to is the title track to From the Cradle to the Grave, which is just under 17 minutes in length. The first 155 copies were pressed on clear vinyl, a version which is no longer available. The cover of the album is of a boy holding a model airplane.

In the Pink Floyd movie The Wall, 18 minutes into the film (which is about how long The Decline is) there is a scene in which a boy runs around with a plane, in the same fashion as the boy on the cover of The Decline. Some variations of the rumour even suggest that The Decline could be played along with The Wall in the same way as Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon supposedly could with The Wizard of Oz. Fat Mike, however, when queried on this matter, just replied: “You are insane.”

The first 1 min and 20 seconds of a live version of The Decline is played as an encore after Stickin’ In My Eye on They’ve Actually Gotten Worse Live!(2007) before being faded out. The entire song is occasionally played live, often as an encore, although they played it whole several times in their 2006 South American and Canadian tours, and preferred to do so in the smaller venues, as a gift for fans that were aware of them playing in such small venues.

On the Dallas, TX stop of Warped Tour 2006, NOFX was one of the last bands to play the Main Stage. A song into their set, rain and small sizes of hail began to fall. They were told to cut their set short and could only play one song. As a joke, they chose to play all 18 minutes of The Decline.