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aaa2zee:

theeconomist:

Tomorrow’s cover today: nearly 1 billion people have been taken out of extreme poverty in 20 years. The world should aim to do the same again.

aaa2zee:

theeconomist:

Tomorrow’s cover today: nearly 1 billion people have been taken out of extreme poverty in 20 years. The world should aim to do the same again.

aaa2zee: We were so blessed here in Montreal, thank you.
nprfreshair:
Also up for today: we talk about Hurricane Sandy with Dr. Radley Horton, the climate science lead for the science policy team of the NYC Panel on Climate Change.
buzzfeedandrew:
A parking lot full of yellow cabs is flooded as a result of Hurricane Sandy in Hoboken. (AP)

aaa2zee: We were so blessed here in Montreal, thank you.

nprfreshair:

Also up for today: we talk about Hurricane Sandy with Dr. Radley Horton, the climate science lead for the science policy team of the NYC Panel on Climate Change.

buzzfeedandrew:

A parking lot full of yellow cabs is flooded as a result of Hurricane Sandy in Hoboken. (AP)

Since You Won’t Listen: I am tired of the same argument. I have told you what is essential to me. You say you have to work harder for it, you can’t make it happen. I say it feels wrong, to loose weight you have to work for, to be rich, you have to work for, to finish your studies you have to work for. To be desired is to be desired. I can’t speak on it further. It comes from the deepest place, and that is where you hurt. That is where my silence comes from.
Thanking You For the Hardest Lessons. You are still my guide.
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I am running into a lot of love movements out there. Serendipity working for the best in us all. Finalement!

I am running into a lot of love movements out there. Serendipity working for the best in us all. Finalement!

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thehumanemily:

Du fond d’ ma cité HLM
jusque dans ta campagne profonde,
Not’ réalité est la même,
et partout la révolte gronde.

dans c’monde on avait pas not’ place.
on avait pas la gueule de l’emploi.
On est pas né dans un palace.
On avait pas la CB à papa. 

SDF, chômeurs, ouvriers, 
Paysans, immigrés, sans papiers,
Ils ont voulu nous diviser,
et fo dire qu’ils y sont arrivés.

tant qu’c’était chacun pour sa gueule,
leur système pouvait prospérer,
Mais fallait bien qu’un jour on sréveille
et qu’les têtes s’remettent à tomber


ON LACHE RIEN


Ils nous parlaient d’égalité,
et comme des cons on les a crûs.
“Démocratie”, fais moi marrer,
si c’était l’cas on l’aurait su.

Que pèse notre bulletin de vote, 
face à la loi du marché ?
C’est con Mes chers compatriotes 
mais, on s’est bien fait baisé.

Et que pèsent les droits de l’homme
face à la vente d’un airbus ?
Au fond, y a qu’une seule règle, en somme :
“se vendre plus pour vendre plus”.

La république se prostitue 
sur le trottoir des dictateurs.
Leurs belles paroles on y croit plus,
Nos dirigeants sont des menteurs.


ON LACHE RIEN


c’est tellement con, tellement banal, 
de parler de paix et de fraternité,
quand des SDF crèvent sur la dalle,
et qu’on mène chasse les sans papiers.

Qu’on jette des miettes aux prolétaires,
juste Histoire de les calme;
qu’ils s’en prennent pas aux patrons-millionnaires,
“trop précieux pour notre société”.

C’est fou comme ils sont protégés 
tous nos riches et nos puissants. 
y pas à dire ça peut aider 
d’être l’ami du président.

chers camarades, chers “électeurs”,
Chers “citoyens - consomateurs”,
Le réveil à sonné, il est l’heure,
d’remettre à Zéro les compteurs.

tant qu’y a d’la lutte y a d’l’espoir.
Tant qu’y a d’la vie, y a du combat.
Tant qu’on s’bat c’est qu’on est debout.
ton est qu’on est d’bout, on lâchra pas.

la rage de vaincre coule dans nos veines.
maintenant tu sais pourquoi on s’bat.
Notre idéal, bien plus qu’un rêve.
Un autre monde, on a pas l’choix.”

***

We Won’t Give A Fucking Inch

From the slums of my projects
To the depths of your suburbia
Our reality is the same
And revolt is brewing everywhere

In this world there’s no place for us
We don’t look the part
We’re not to the manor born
Not on daddy’s plastic

Homeless,Unemployed, workers
Farmers, immigrants, Undocumented
They wanted to divide us
And they succeeded

As long as it was every man for himself
Their system could prosper
But one day, inevitably, we woke up
Now. their heads have to roll

We’re Not Giving A Fucking Inch

They spoke about about equality
And like fools we believed them
“Democracy” makes me laugh
If we had had it we would have known it

What’s the worth of our votes
Up against the law of the market?
They say “my dear fellow countrymen”
But we’re fucked all the same

And what’s the worth of human rights
Up against the airbus sale?
The bottom line, there’s only one law, in sum:
“Sell yourself more to sell more.”

The republic is a whore
Walking the street of dictators
We no longer believe
Their beautiful words
Our leaders are liars

We’re Not Giving A Fucking Inch

So stupid, so trite,
To speak of peace and brotherhood
When the homeless are dying in the streets
And the undocumented are being driven out

They throw crumbs to us proles
Just shit to calm us down
So they won’t attack millionaire bosses
“Too important for our society”

It’s crazy how they’re protected
All the rich and powerful
Not to mention the help they get
For being the friends of the president

Dear comrades, dear “voters”
Dear “citizen-consumers”
The alarm has rung
It’s time
To reset to zero

As long as we’re fighting, there’s hope
As long as we’re alive, we’ll fight
As long as we’re fighting, we’re standing
Here’s the key
We’re standing, we won’t give an inch

The passion for victory runs in our blood
Now you know why we’re fighting
Our ideal, more than a dream
Another world, we have no choice

We’re Not Giving A Fucking Inch


Not a single motherfucking godamn inch

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I love this city! What a charged combination - Protests & Main Stream Mania!

I love this city! What a charged combination - Protests & Main Stream Mania!

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