Sunday, September 16, 2012

Raging Grannies Wow Fighting Bob Fest Crowd with Anti-Drones Song

The audience at the annual gathering of Wisconsin progressives -- the Fighting Bob Fest -- leaped to their feet to photograph the die-in that accompanied the Raging Grannies' rendition of "Drones in the Sky" on Saturday, September 15, at the Alliant Energy Center arena.

The No Drones Wisconsin drone replica had pride of place in the arena, right next to the stage and the photographs of Robert "Fighting Bob" La Follette. On a day on which many speakers wrestled with the difficulty many voters face in supporting Barack Obama, and when Green Party candidate Jill Stein's strong speech gave them a reason to consider alternatives, the issue of the current administration's drone killings was never far from people's minds. Phil Donahue, one of the featured speakers, began his remarks by saying, "I see we have the drone here today ... " and proceeded to decry the extrajudicial execution carried out by Obama and company.


Below are words to "Drones in the Sky," lyrics by Jan Harwood, Albuquerque Grannies, and Connie Graves, Tucson Grannies, to be sugn to the tune of "Home on the Range."

Oh give us a home
Where no Predators roam
Where no pilot-less lethal planes fly.
Where poor folks are safe! In their own living space!
And drones rain no death from the sky.

(Refrain 1)
Drones, drones in the sky
Who knows o'er which country they'll fly?
And if their bombs hit! Off target a bit!
Innocent people will die.

Oh we want a place
Where there's no space arms race
Where robotics and drones are all banned
Where no video war
Sends drones off to soar
Uncder yours or my country's command

(Refrain 2)
Eyes, eyes in the sky
Their targets can all go awry
And those in their sight! Have no chance of flight!
It's a program that we must defy.


  1. The Silver Drone with Coca-Cola Cluster
    by michael hall

    What audacity it must take to set yourself apart from those who serve in the pressure cooker
    for a kid gangsta of capitalism to sip a cold coke tightly clasped
    while the other hand is stroking a joystick & with just gentle pressure
    8000 miles away human beings who have never done his or hers any harm are now droned into bugsplat

    What exceptional bravery this act of aggressive violence must trigger
    for s/he might suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome or bear a blister on the finger
    with nerves of steel ne'er to complain for lives are at stake so s/he carries on & pushes the button of terror
    careful, what if the soda spilled thereby rendering the keyboard useless? Oh the horror!

    To wreak out death upon terrorists diabolically disguised as sheep-herding children, ah the discerning bravery
    to slaughter dangerous pregnant women at a bridal shower, what pluck & heroism
    to kill marauding medics & first-responders daring to help the wounded from your earlier kill, irreproachable daring
    such gallantry and fearlessness one must exhibit to slaughter mourners at a funeral procession

    So to show recognition to the brave souls who kill at command at the press of a knob 1/2 a world yonder a distinguished 'warfare' medal of honor has been created to award those who have no honor
    announced with grandiose fanfare & full flags a' flapping just the other day by war criminal DS Panetta
    this will outrank the bronze star, the purple heart & what a triumph is that america?

    Such a propaganda coup d'├ętat by the bureaucrats in subterranean dusty think tanks deem
    spun a wonderful way to legitimize a most immoral & illegal act that defines odium
    as they flim-flammed & came up with this 'combat' decoration for a most despicable accomplishment
    still i wonder what lucky american school kid will be the first to touch one or to toss it down a toilet

    Back at home in the united states of mordor in vat is now known as da faterland
    a great cackle of cheering among thunderous applause droned at every school, church & walmart throughout the homeland
    to praise & pay tribute to those daring war-idols who've earned such a distinguished medal confer
    the much coveted and respected; 'Silver Drone with Coca-Cola Cluster'

    For who else should earn by total disregard to personal safety with such displays of video gallantry & virtual valor won
    nobody else could deserve such a high tribute & renowned award squealed Leon Panetta from atop a nefarious pile of splattered blood & bleached broken bones swept under the rug by the embedded media & acquiescent proletariat
    these extraordinary actions by lightening slight of hand manipulation upon a joystick of discriminating death with unthinking critical process performed by our blue-blooded obedient hired guns
    to illegally & immorally murder anyone anywhere anytime for any reason above the rule of law is now the definition of American Hero & the legalities for the justification of it are classified..shh . 'secret'

  2. The White Letter from The White House Smells not like a White Rose & it Stinks to High Heaven

    First obama murdered children inside of foreign nations
    so the people shopped at walmart to demonstrate their displeasure
    then obama assassinated children and other innocents in countries we were not war with
    so flags & troops were honored at every sports game around the land in garrulousness gratitude

    Some lawyers screamed foul as did a few with conscience akin to Chomsky, Hedges & Blum
    but their voices were drowned out by the silence of the bored & apathetic, the meekly submissive
    still the good loyal citizens did scream for more guns as their constitutional right
    & american idol worship is supposed to be a killer tonight so guess which item takes priority?

    Consequently obama & the exalted mighty military murdered an unarmed american across the pond defecating on due process by defacto procedure
    so what did WE THE PEOPLE then do you ask?
    they gulped downed a blue pill tunneled their head deeper into the sand so to breath more patriotically
    hush hush now little children its all a transparent secret nothing to see here just move along

    Meanwhile a depressed american teenager with his cousin out looking for his murdered father
    stopped along a dirt road at dusk in the heart of a vast desert praying for his dad
    sitting around the fire in the middle of a cookout , just these two american kids
    when without warning silence was broken by an act of terrorism as they were subsequently droned to smithereens by the us military

    Ah but some fires did light up more intensely this time
    so obama & his bunch of hooligans had to reluctantly crawl out of their dark dungeon
    they argued with legal thickets of sharpened stakes, moats, pickets, shielded by secrets & lies atop turrets no one could reach
    through a tapestry of intricate semantics innuendos & bizarre definitions they declared they were upholding the constitution oxymoronically tagging this odium as wise and ethical

    Claiming that the research was so sensitive & so secret that it could not be revealed
    our divine heroes would then be exposed to violence & that would be quite unamerican
    if that happened whistleblowers then would be scapegoated & we know what happens to them
    do you really think that renditions & retaliatory vengeance are just deeds of the recent past?

    Cattle mooed meekly as they contentedly chewed the crass cud of american idol worship
    embedded sheep bleated reverently to the wolves in wool via indoctrination by years of cognitive brainwashing and dissonance bleaching via tv and schoolin'
    the superbowl was a commercial success & beyonce lip-synced flawlessly again
    & the flags, ah, the flags flew so high & piously, almost above it all, but did i see, a bloodstain, a tear or was it a puff of smoke?

  3. The Slaughter of the Children Drones On & On & On & On

    When the drones are slaughtering innocent children in your name
    do you bother to get concerned even when on your knees on Sunday?
    or do you just stick your head in the sand blindly support the troops & just not think about whose to blame
    but if you dare to care i have list of their names and ages i could give you from the depths of an odious jingo game steal

    Do you ever wonder if your joystick violence is really doing any good for anyone?
    or do you get the feeling that something is very wrong & your getting spun & fooled
    how can you support exported terrorism when your sworn to defend against it
    how can you donate freedom &democracy when its getting embezzled from under you by E/O

    Every bullet bought is a loaf of bread stolen from the belly of the hungry
    & your self-praising charity checkbook fad doesn't seem to dent the starvation
    for if you spent 2.2 million every minute, of everyday, of every year since Jesus was born
    you would have spent what your nation purchased on the military just in one year

    Do you wonder why your schools don't have books & pencils
    why your bridges are crumbling down & the roads are potholed like Swiss cheese
    while your politicians live in mansions with 5-star chefs lapping at life-long luxury
    then again today they announced another bone-cut to the needy, homeless and disabled

    How could anyone with a shred of conscience bow before a flag without bending over with nausea
    knowing underneath the killing of the innocent is a weekly act in nations we are not at war with
    that after a mob- hit, the war-gang fires off another drone when medics & rescuers come to the scene
    we've forgotten what we stand for by the very deeds we toe-tag and their is no justification

    Now we know by special executive decree memo called a 'white paper'
    the Nobel Peace prize holder president has the power to murder americans beyond the law
    it is solely up to the president when it comes to life and death and it is all a hush-hush secret
    change we have been deceived by has shown the articulate wooly sheep to be but a child-eating wolf

    Anyone who murders children by drone and then jokes about it is a sociopath
    a leader who becomes a serial killer validated by secret edicts he wont share with his employers is a despot
    expansion and consolidation of extreme consolidated power will one day target you and yours
    For what goes on abroad in your name will backblow as it comes around to get you and yours tomorrow

    Just south of key west at Guantanamo every law, principle & value you hold dear is tortured and molested
    across the pond the most nefarious crimes are done in your name with your $ & only with your support
    yet at home you pop a blu pill then bury your head deep in the sand far from the massive contradiction
    your heart bleeds for Newton yet when your troops do the exact same thing you raise a flag & a stiff arm

    For what profits an empire when it can envelop the world and dominate it
    yet in the process of accumulation they loose their values, principles and in so doing their very soul
    still atonement must be rectified somewhere at some time and justice can be forestalled but not denied
    and this is the vision that i dream someday will come to be;

    For all the innocent children who've been the victims of the american military machine
    i would willingly witness each and everyone of them walk by in front of every war supporter and soldier
    to deeply gaze into their eyes to say with conviction, question and horror;
    Why did you murder me?


  4. Dulce Et Decorum Est III & A Taste of Armageddon
    (or the empire has no clothes but a disposition matrix)

    by michael hall

    In due homage to Horace, Owen and Mikhail i humbly nod
    for how sweet & glorious it must be to kill or die for God & country by pompous duty with dishonor
    so c'mon kiddies, any up for good jingo sport?
    who’s hungry & poor, who wants to play the hubris 'anything for profit' killing game?

    As effusively embedded newspapers rah rah their pied pier patriotism with journalistic integrity & objectivity ha ha!
    as a new battle lies just around the corner & armed forces day just weeks away hooray!
    rally loyal citizens to whitewash warm innocuous blood off disgraced musket & sullied polluted flag
    strike up the marching parade manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!

    Awaken & open thine eyes chauvinistic folk, visit & see your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality
    for as americans you're liable for this appalling tax-paid violence exported to hamlets & villages
    assaulting families who've never did you any harm in lands you've never heard of, nor care less for
    so step on up, one & all, for everyone here is accountable & responsible for this odious debacle

    Take a trip citizens to the overflowing morgues filled with small smashed bodies, once toddlers full of laughter & life
    deeply inhale the rancid stench of scorched flesh crispy burnt to a black bubbly mass by melting phosphorus
    gaze into doll dead eyes frozen forever by shock & awe renditioned via your God blessed terror raining down hill
    atop a cold gurney a stiff finger from a tiny hand amidst a pile of mangled flesh is pointing at you war supporters

    Watch as grief-stricken fathers zombie-wander in shattered stumbling silence
    sifting through ragged debris & devastating destruction searching for lost sons & missing daughters
    discovering ripped wet mangled body parts strewn about as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle
    taking home the ear, the hand, the foot to be quietly buried while 6000 miles away 'heroes' giggle & dub this 'bugsplat'

    Hearken to the heart-piercing shrieks as soul-torn asunder mothers wail like howling wild animals
    as they find their loves buried, broken & bloody in the rubble of your glorious works
    then if you can, please explain to the unresponsive moaning neonatal orphan
    why your armed forces just murdered his accident, then wave a condolence payment in his face

    Celebrate as your special op-forces silently & quickly dig our bullets from civilian bodies
    to cover their tracks from being at the wrong address...again
    declare a holiday murdered women at a bridal shower or when 4 kids are droned to smithereens while tending sheep
    rejoice in exported evil exploits as great american victories for which your war crimes always are

    Trust flim-flam, the PR propaganda spin from your MSM complicit mouthpiece
    praise your taxes which finances anglo-terrorism through illegal & immoral aggressive violence
    raise your false flag ever higher to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie
    however dear good christian citizens, do not trust that any civic rag could ever soar over the sick slaying of the innocent

    Consider Fallujha surrounded & caged, then the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants
    shot, burned & barbequed like slaughtered sitting ducks in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery
    ponder upon your sanctimonious attack at a school in Bajour where 69 children are massacred by joystick
    this is Sand Creek, Wounded Knee, My Lai, Haditha, & other mass-media contorted & distorted great triumphs
    which to no doubt in my mind, the next war crime called a ‘battle’ will be anointed too, of course, ta! ta!


  5. white roses flutter from above...(l)

    Just another day in der loyal homeland
    when the unfaultable troopers are, without a figment of dissent, honored as untouchable gods
    in every school at all the churches awash in perpetual patriotic self-praise at the pied piper parades

    at each & every sporting event every time over & over, piled upon more &more until you snap to nationalistic attention automatically
    & its always the same self-deluding gratuitous unending grandstanding xenophobic bs

    Stars will be spangled & the band will be playing as tears gush from pious eyes
    eloquent speeches full of bravado & glory for amoral hired guns who execute the bidding of the opulent oligarchy
    tears streaming with prideful gratefulness amplified by thunderous clapping, ah such glory

    just as the stiff warriors arrive mechanically clutching their soldiers hearts
    stoic & resolute as toy soldiers always are
    red-eyes raised high to the flag whilst under crackling boots broken little bodies called bugsplat crunch

    the little school children set up in the front row like cannon fodder bowling pins lined up for the next frame
    as one synchronized complicit machine, good obedient citizens stand to pledge
    and it looks so mechanically precise very snake-oiled shined indeed

    waving majestically untouched above the rule of law the red & white and blue so pure & true
    the monotone response with never a dissent or discord as they speak as one
    they pledge incessantly blind obedience to a most cruel deception

    just as the patriotic explosion reached its climatic crescendo
    something happens that no one could foresee nor anticipate
    a horn sounded from high above, then white pieces of paper start fluttering from the blue sky

    they shimmered as they twinkled & spun like stars on a dark night
    gently, quietly spun and descended
    each & everyone a name of a victim of a child that these heroes killed

    Hundreds came down
    thousands upon thousands
    a rolling blizzard of papyrus and silk as it slowly piled to the ankles to rise higher and higher

    every forgotten name from every decimated nation, every Mexican who was murdered defending his land every freedom fighting flillipino,every Viet, every afghan, Iraqi, Yemenis, Paki kid slaughtered for freedom
    so many kids from so many lands & they kept falling as they kept expanding from the floor

    every non soldier from every land where the American military has slaughtered for profit, plunder & policy for national interests every child, every orphan, every crippled son & daughter
    names in blood as red as red could be

    upon each & everyone a photograph of each and every kid
    every child, mother, sister brother father cousin uncle & aunt of those who suffered from the military
    silence hushed the crowds as the horn note played on an on was never faltering, never wavering

    Then as the last piece fell, as a great silence screamed from the past into the present
    you could just discern the gentle sobbing of a school girl
    a cry of shame, horror, pain for all the victims that surrounded her, reached for her, touched her

    as she slowly laboriously raised her head and looked out the school window
    a blue sign caught her eye and she read; 'war is not the answer'
    she softly moaned more....she wept for the children, she wept for the solders, she wept for the victims of militarism, she wept for the cost of the colossal lie she now saw through with the lucid sight of a child

    then without fanfare she gently prayed for a better day when people would war no more & especially worship no more the warrior and the violence they initiate
    but she sniveled & prayed quietly for she was afraid of what others would say

    Next day the newspapers headlined; 'Great Terrorist Attack from the Sky'
    the president called for heads to roll of course as usual congress rolled too but on its back
    anyone caught with any of the notes was subject to indefinite detention by secretive executive order

  6. white roses flutter from above..(ll)

    all the notes were assembled confiscated shredded then burned in a great bonfire at the white house
    for homeland security, for national interests & to protect and ensure the American way of life
    the military was sent all over the world to bomb terrorize, rendition, imprison & drone those responsible

    But one little school girl named Sophie talked with her friends as they hid in secret
    they stared at their crumbled notes with the names of the innocent murdered children
    in the dark with a flashlight hidden in the closet they whispered, sniffed and conspired

    they made a pact that one day some day as they grew up
    all the notes they could gather would be in every school book, in every locker, in every pew in the land.....
    on each and every note in the upper corner
    the emblem of the white rose next to the child's photograph...the pledge of a schoolgirl named Sophie