Running for the Drum!

Narco Rubio’s speech have the global majority running!  For the Drum!   If it was not clear before, it is clear now.  One cannot participate with the one who wants to destroy you.  (roughy from memory: Thomas Sankara).

This old song by Buffy Sainte-Marie comes to mind.  She sings about ‘Kessagesh’, which is the puppy in a litter who is the most voracious – the little one that bullies the rest, that gets to the food bowl first, that growls whenever any of the rest comes close by – the ugly greedy little runt that nobody wants. 

I never saw so many business suits
I never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
I never knew a junkie with a money jones
He’s singing, “Who’s selling Park Place? Who’s buying Boardwalk?”

These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful and spacious skies
It’s about uranium, it’s about the water rights

Put Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They cut her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it, blow things up for it

The reservation now the poverty row
There’s something cooking, and the lights are low
Somebody’s is trying to save our Mother Earth

I’m gonna help them to save it
To sing it and bring it

Singing no, no, keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more

Ol’ Columbus he was looking good
When he got lost in our neighbourhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it’s all spyware, now it’s all income tax

Ol’ Brother Midas looking hungry today
What he can’t buy he’ll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the natives resist
Oh, old story boys, that’s how you do it, boys

Look at these people, oh, they’re on a roll
Gonna have it have it all, gonna have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They’ll break the law for it, blow things up for it

When all our champions are off in the war
Their final rip off here at home is on
Mr. Greed I think your time has come

We’re gonna sing it and pray it
And live it then say it

Singing no, no, keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more
No-no-no-no keshagesh
You can’t do that
No more, no more, no more, no more

Thomas Sankara in 1984: 

It is a world of chaos, in which the human race is tom apart by struggles between the great and the not-so-great, attacked by armed bands and subjected to violence and plunder. It is a world in which the nations, eluding international jurisdiction, command groups beyond the law, which, with gun in hand, live by preying on others and organizing the most despicable kinds of trafficking.

There must be no more deceit. The new international economic order, for which we are struggling and will continue to struggle, can be achieved only if we manage to do away with the old order, which completely ignores us, only if we insist on the place which is ours in the political organization of the world, only if we realize our importance in the world and obtain the right to decision-making with respect to the machinery governing trade, economic and monetary affairs at the world level.

Delivered: In French, at the United Nations General Assembly, in New York City, on 4 October 1984.