I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be!
We all know things are bad — worse than bad — they’re crazy.
It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.”
Well, I’m not going to leave you alone.
I want you to get mad!
I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad.
You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, goddammit! My life has value!”
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell:
“I’m as mad as hell,
and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”
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Zemlja je predivna, a mi ni gladni ni siti
Mi samo živimo iz dana u dan, svaki san davno nestao je izbrisan.
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama,
Lipa naša silovana!
Ne bojte se biti sveti!
Diže se Ježić , oči mu sjaje,
gostima čudnim odgovor daje:
- Ma kakav bio moj rodni prag,
on mi je ipak mio i drag.
Prost je i skroman, ali je moj,
tu sam slobodan i gazda svoj.
Vrijedan sam, radim bavim se lovom
i mirno živim pod svojim krovom.
To samo hulje, nosi ih vrag,
za ručak daju svoj rodni prag!
Zbog toga samo, lude vas troje
čestite kuće nemate svoje.
Živite, čujem, od skitnje, pljačke
i svršit ćete – naopačke!
Otpilili su grane na kojima su sjedili
Iznemogli od vike
Kako se moglo piliti brže, i padali
S treskom u dubinu, a oni koji ih gledahu
tresli su glavama pileći i pilili dalje.
"I will tell His Majesty what a king is. A king does not abide within his tent while his men bleed and die upon the field. A king does not dine while his men go hungry, nor sleep when they stand at watch upon the wall. A king does not command his men's loyalty through fear nor purchase it with gold; he earns their love by the sweat of his own back and the pains he endures for their sake. That which comprises the harshest burden, a king lifts first and sets down last. A king does not require service of those he leads but provides it to them. He serves them, not they him."
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