Republican National Convention 2016 Day 4: Gorillaz

Now I know what some of you are thinking. You’re thinking that last night was as bad as it can possibly get.

You are wrong.

And that my friends was Mitt Romney, as establishment a Republican as you can get. The Donald is a horrible, terrible man, but he’s not an aberration. He’s not especially disorganized. He truly represents the Republican Party.

I can’t get YouTube to clip it for me, the relevant part (which is Michael Moore’s remarks) starts at around 9:46 or so.

The onus is on the Democratic Party to win this, not Trump to lose- that will be just what they (I’ll name them, I’m not afraid- the Beltway Villagers. I’ll even call them out individually if you like) expect (yes, picture a dump truck full of lights pouring out on the foamed Bankster runway now). I can’t emphasize too much the level of anger at the Neoliberal consensus, Hillary should be very, very afraid.

She could, of course, come out four square against the Trans-Pacific Partnership and pick a anti-monopolist (what does Progressive even mean anyway except, “I’m too much of a coward to call myself a Leftist?”) for Vice President.

I think she needs to. Pretty words and empty promises won’t cut it.

But it is what it is. This is simply a reminder that History didn’t start yesterday and those who willfully disregard it are condemned to repeat it.

I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine in a bag. I’m useless, but not for long. The future is coming on.

Yeah, ha-ha finally, someone let me out of my cage. Now time for me is nothing ’cause I’m counting no age. Now I couldn’t be there, now you shouldn’t be scared, I’m good at repairs and I’m under each snare. Intangible. Bet you didn’t think so I command you to panoramic view. Look, I’ll make it all manageable, pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews, chicks and dudes. Who you think is really kickin’ tunes? Picture you gettin’ down in a picture tube like you lit the fuse. You think it’s fictional? Mystical? Maybe Spiritual Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you’re too crazy, lifeless to those the definition for what life is- priceless. To you because I put you on the hype shit, you like it? Gun smokin’ righteous with one toke, you’re psychic among those possess you with one go.

The essence, the basics, without did you make it? Allow me to make this child-like in nature. Rhythm you have it or you don’t, that’s a fallacy. I’m in them, every sprouting tree. Every child of peace, every cloud and sea. You see with your eyes I see destruction and demise (that’s right) corruption in disguise from this fuckin’ enterprise. Now I’m sucked into your lies through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides. For me as a guide y’all can see me now ’cause you don’t see with your eye you perceive with your mind, that’s the inner. So I’ma stick around with Russ’ and be a mentor. Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is. I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless (right here). Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead. No squealing, remember that it’s all in your head.