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I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a |
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depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. A dollar |
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buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. Shop keepers keep a gun under the |
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counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who |
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seems to know what to do with it. There's no end to it. We know the air is |
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unfit to breath and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while |
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some local news caster tell us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent |
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crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse |
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than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we |
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don't go out anymore. We sit in a house and slowly the world we're living in is |
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getting smaller and all we say is "Please at leave us alone in our living |
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rooms. Let me have my toaster, my TV, my steel belted radials, and I won't say |
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anything. Just leave us alone". But I'm not going to leave you alone. I want |
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you to get mad. I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot, I don't |
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want you to write to your congressmen because I wouldn't know what to tell you |
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to write. I don't know what to do about the depression, and inflation, and the |
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Russians, and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to |
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get mad. You've got to say "I'm a human being dammit. My life has value". I |
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want you to get up now. I want all of you to get out of your chairs. I want you |
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to get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and |
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yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" |