A really brilliant analysis of lyrics in context, from Christofouru:

Blinken, Rockin’ in the Free World

I posted a pic sometime back of elite neocon and rules-based order broker ‘Tony’ Blinken jamming out on guitar in his shitty post-cool way.

Apparently he was at it again, in Kiev, with the guy who is only officially the president of Ukraine for the next four days, more or less.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This time he carefully chose that Neil Young song (separate covidian irony alert) about rocking and the free world.

Sure he did. Of course he did.

Alex Christofouru doesn’t think Blinken was listening very closely to Mr. Young’s lyrics, or what they really and actually mean.

Let me help refresh him, you, and myself.

Colors on the street
Red, white, and blue
People shuffling their feet
People sleeping in their shoes
There’s a warning sign in the road ahead
There’s a lot of people saying we’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like satan, but I am to them
So I try forget them any way I can
…
I see a girl in the night
with a baby in her hands
Under an old street light
near a garbage can
Now she put her kid away, she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she’s done with it
That’s one more kid, that’ll never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
…
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, a gentler machine gun hand
We got department stores, and toilet paper
Styrofoam garbage for the ozone layer
We got a man of the people, says people for life
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive

Keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world

Anthony Blinken and his entire class, economic and political and Dem-partisan, don’t give one grunting shit about any of what that song is about.

He’s just cynically using the chorus, the title, to try and help prop up the propaganda, and the money-laundering operation, that makes him and his friends richer every day, over there fighting The Putin.

He’s gonna lose the war. But the darkness of it is that he doesn’t care about that either.

The point of ‘rocking in the free world’ is just to keep it going as long as possible, in order to wring out of Ukraine every possible drop of blood money before the whole thing collapses like twin towers, as it inevitably will, and sooner rather than later.

The young men of that country, the old men, even some of the women now, are being sacrificed to Moloch for gold, for car elevators, for lifestyles of decadent luxury far away from the killing fields, here in the home. Of. The. Brave.

This fucking clown guitarist/Secretary is one of Moloch’s favored priests for the crafting of this literally demonic ritual, this cheap perversion of good poetry for twisted ends.

Now my darling …

Explain to me all about how I have to vote for these evil motherfuckers come November, because orangeman so so very very bad.

And I in turn will explain to you the meaning of the Jeremiad, Chapter 5 and verse 21.