Chapter 4: Blame


"broadcast talking words real words painful words makes you look so cheap you can't stand on your own and i have ceased to care digging digging deeper digging for your precious heir discredit the job's too easy and so painful and way to fucking real the dirt is on your hands the blood is in your hands and i can see right through them your only a receptacle for me respectability is the weapon of the "in scene" dirt is law new is wrong can't we just let all this fall out of our laps again how many sorrys does it take well i'm sorry, so sorry that weren't cool enough lies time pray for your inheritance preys on your life"

[ASSIGNMENT: Take an evening and watch your evening news With a pad of paper and pen, write down the stories covered (you can be brief) At the end of the half-hour, compare the stories that cover rape, murder, kidnapping with the number of stories on what your government has done today The results may be surprising Then think about what the media wants you to believe]
[Points to consider:]
[1 the idea that you need protection from other citizens]
[2 the idea that only your government can provide that protection]
[3 who benefits from these ideas]







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