Welcome to the roaring 2020s! Once again we're starving in the midst of the plenty, And the wants of the few outweigh the needs of the many! The decadent west has spread its wings And told the world to value things Over life, Don't mind the strife; The poor deserve their suffering! So raise a glass And shake your ass And do what it takes to numb the pain. Chuggin’ along to a new depression— Here we fucking go again! (Here we fucking go again!) Haven’t you heard? The nazis are back! And the fucking cops won’t do jack! They gotta defend the freedom of speech; It’s their right to protest: they ain't black! And that's only half of what is true About our lovely boys in blue. They got swastikas underneath their badges Next to a fourteen words tattoo! Let’s all dance to the sound of gunfire; Light our smokes on the nation’s pyre and Revel in the ashes that are falling from the sky And let a laugh smother the sound of cries! Dance like a flapper and dress fucking dapper, ‘Cause you know that satyrs can rock blood spatter. Don’t ever be sadder, cuz soon it won’t matter. As darkness gathers let us ever be gladder! Well bless my soul and fuck my holes, While the planet dies in a cloud of coal. It’s all fine just down some wine. It’s a myth so say the polls! We all know that this could be Our species final congee. Lets have a blast and eat some ass Make this a fucking jubilee! (Make this a fucking jubilee!) Any minute of any day Could be your last in this fray. When insurrection meets oppression The Cŵn Annwn'll find their prey! It’s time to chose, how ends your story With regret or with furore; Gotta accept it might get gory; If we’re gonna take the blame we’ll take the glory! So jump in the riot and let’s have a riot! We ain’t gotta fight it no need to deny it! The world is burnin’ and the people ain’t learnin.’ So make the bastards know the wheels are turnin!’ Move your damn feet to the sounds of the beat! We got fires in the streets; let’s light up the sheets! Go grab a martini and a leather bikini And fill the air with two kinds of screaming! Look the part on the fury road And polish our cars all shiny and chrome! It’s time we made peace with our lot And made the most of our ruined home! If we’re gonna die let’s die historic! It’s our story it’s time we wrote it! We can do and say whatever— The fucking dead can’t misquote it! We’ve all been sold lies by the dishonest— At no point was this end not in sight. They squandered the future we were promised— There will be no justice to make it right. No longer listen to their forked tongues— While the world burns it burns bright. Don’t give into your just despair— It’s the last foe that we must fight! Yeah! These are the roaring twenties Without all the prosperity! So smoke some grass, fight to the last, Take what you can in a world bleak! Smoke a vape and shoot your rapist, Then string up a fucking racist! If Faustrecht’s the only justice, Let the people decide the cases! Gild the ruins with art deco! Charleston on bloodstained floors! Bob your hair and scream a swear! Revel on till you can’t take more! We’re gonna reap what they have sown! Why would we weep when we could moan? It’s all the same, we’re not to blame, And soon we’ll all be naught but bones!

Tell me boy, what are you afraid of? That she’ll think you’re a fag for Moving to the beat and letting it go, Shaking your ass and letting it show? Cuz real men move like breadsticks— Stiff and stale no flash or tricks— Can’t bend your knees or wave your hips— Everyone knows that shit’s for chicks! You gotta make sure she knows your het, And I guess it does seem pretty bent, If there’s a real chance that she gets Even a little bit slightly wet! Go a head and listen to your logic! Does it seem fuckin’ stupid yet?
Can you fuckin’ hear yourself? So please just stop and… Saltate! Saltate! Saltate! Saltate! Shit’s fuckin’ weak. Go ahead—ask me. How do I know? Let me tell you a fucking trick. Think with your brain and not your dick! Like Key and Peele said ask your bitch, Then do what she says you fucking twit! Het women like het and bi dudes That have a clue how to move, Cuz guess what? That’s how you’ll prove What moves you’ll bring to her room. So let the beat infect your body, Like a servant of Astarte! Toxic masculinity dissolving… Saltate! Saltate! Saltate! Saltate! So let the beat infect your body— So let the beat infect your body— So let the beat infect your body, Like a servant of Astarte! Toxic masculinity dissolving… Saltate! Saltate! Saltate! Saltate!

Welcome to my lecture hall— Welcome to my first class. Profestriga Meluvor Here to talk some straight facts. You know the words to the trope, All our lives we’re given hope. All we need to do is trust In the freedoms given us: We can grab our boot straps— We can lift ourselves up. If we can’t it’s our fault— We’re victims of laziness. It’s a lie, and by design, To keep our heads looking high, To keep our eyes fully fixed On a bauble in the sky. They sell us on mobility— ability to be someone— To be the one with the gun Against the head of someone. If you just give enough, Show you’re tough, Ride the rough, When your heart has enough Crust to make it a husk, You will earn your right to a sense of might. They say you should, Schuld, Schulden, enforce! De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire Opportunity is the first great myth—this shit That we see as a gift, like manna from the father— Is little more than a prick is to a whore. C’est mal, mais le vous adore. They take a pound of flesh, then they sell you on the thought That it’s payment for a debt And you accept. Bound bad by conscience, you take up that debt, Cuz you think one day, You’ll be the one to credit De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire You’re sold on a confounding of Nietzsche. You’re told that you can be the Overman, that you’re on the path— Once your debt is paid, you can lay back, And watch as those that are empowered will fulfill your will to power, They’ll fulfill your instinct to freedom, to make others suffer, and you can see them! Flense the bones, of those that can’t pay, And you’ll be the one to say: “It was their choice, they should have just paid, should have Stayed the course that was laid out for them. They should have shouldered their Schuld and paid off their Schulden!” But this is where it’s obvious that you’re mistaken! Nietzsche would laugh at how you’ve been hoodwinked! How could a man that submits like this think that he’s the one? De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire De faire le mal pour le plaisir de le faire

Opportunities arise differently For different people! It’s a vain mistake to think that They are are all truly equal! We are not equal. We are not equal. We are not free no, We’re not fucking free, no! We are not equal. We are not equal. We are not free no, We’re not fucking free, no! It’s not just a question of Time, effort, and will! For the circumstances of our birth Are more material! We imagine fortune as the fruit borne of liberty But fortune comes from Fortune as manifest in property! God does not endow you, No, God does not endow you The freedoms you are promised— With the chances you are promised No, you are a slave to— I say you’re a slave to— The laws, blood, and gold that Fortune bade that you have! This is a mistaken, idealistic Kantian notion! But it’s outdated nonsense, based On a flawed understanding. We can no more seek our fortunes Than we can grow wings to fly, If the system in which we’re placed breeds us all just to die! We are nothing more than cogs Cogs In a vast machine; We’re driven by its motions And where our gears are placed therein! The fault lies with Fortune And she that built this clockwork cage! Don’t blame it on lazy gears— It’s the fabricator that deserves our rage We might think that this is cause for us To wallow in despair But take this truth as a reason To give up on all repair! Defy the whims of Fortuna— Smash the gears with a wrench! Fuck this broken clockwork cage: Don’t try to fix just aim to rend!

Welcome to another lecture. I’d like to take some time right now To express some thoughts about opinion. Your opinion doesn’t matter! What do you even mean to say when you say it’s your opinion? 
Do you mean to hedge and say that you don’t have Confidence or evidence for your beliefs?
Then just admit your low credence. 
Do you mean to say something with a little more intent?
It’s my opinion—don’t have to listen to your argument, That evidence ain’t relevant to this belief? Then you are full of shit! You are full of shit, my friend! You are full of shit! You are full of shit, my friend! You are full of shit! You are full of shit! You’re only full of shit, my friend! You are full of shit! Motherfucker’ listen; there’s no division Between truth and what’s opinion. I know it seems like a real distinction But all claims need their justification. Gotta face the facts that track the truth, Then you can come back to me to Explain your view; I promise I’ll hear you Out to show that truth is what you Bring to the table—I’ll consider that you’re able to Explain that you’re not merely full of shit. Are you full of shit, my friend?
Are you full of shit? Are you full of shit, my friend? Are you full of shit? Are you just full of shit? Are you full of shit, my friend?
Are you full of shit? Even reason unencumbered by considerations a posteriori cannot be a panacea liberating You from all the epistemic obligations facing you. Gotta take us through the train of thought that you think have brought you to the truth bru. What have you to say to bring you from the a priori observations in your brain? Please explain argumented evidence, a shred of mens to lend credence or You are full of shit! You are full of shit, my friend! You are full of shit! You are full of shit, my friend! You are full of shit! You’re just full of shit! You’re only full of shit, my friend You are full of shit! Onus probandi incumbit cum ei qui dicit et Onus non incumbit cum ei qui negat et tu es! Ille, ergo postulatus tuus demonstrare necessites Si æstimatio nostra sit quod tu quaris!

Nam ego non presumo, me optimam invenisse Philosophiam; sed veram me intelligere scio. Quomodo autem id sciam, si roges, respondebo, eodem modo, ac tu scis tres Angulos Trianguli æquales esse duobus rectis, et hoc sufficere negabit nemo, cui sanum est cerebrum, nec spiritus immundos somniat, qui nobis ideas falsas inspirant veris similes: est enim verum index sui, et falsi. Es lockt dich meine Art und Sprach, Du folgest mir, du gehst mir nach? Geh nur dir selber treulich nach: — So folgst du mir — gemach! gemach! Vademecum—Vadetecum

(Small and weak—that’s how you like it, isn’t it? Well this time small and weak has got a gun.) Remember when the NRA Wanted to take their guns away? Never forget just how afraid Those in power can be made, By those they once thought weak Marching through the street, With their finger on a trigger, And ready to bleed For a cause That they know to be just and right! Now raise your barrels to the air And make them fear the sight! Because you know that! (Know that!) They know that! (Know that!) Armed minorities are harder to oppress, And have the fucking power to demand the redress Owed for the wrongs that plague us and for all the pains and stress Made by these motherfuckers—the architects Of the all the horrid scars marring our minds and flesh! Now confront them with their crimes—force them to confess! Give them no peace of mind—let them never find rest! Build an altar of their bones, Lest they ever forget Why! Why! Why! (Small and weak—that’s how you like it isn’t it? Small and weak—that’s how you like it isn’t it? Small and weak— Small and weak— Small and weak— This time small and weak has got a gun.) Our black and brown allies— They once showed us the way! They stood upon the capital, Looking ready for a fray, Demanding the rights owed them— They refused to beg! So the message is clear— We knew they were afraid! So now I speak to my siblings— To the trannies and the gays— And to all the queer folk working as wage slaves: Don’t back down now; don’ t back down today! Stand up and be heard—heard when you say, Armed minorities are harder to oppress, And have the fucking power to demand the redress Owed for the wrongs that plague us and for all the pains and stress Made by these motherfuckers—the architects Of the all the horrid scars marring our minds and flesh! Now confront them with their crimes and force them to confess! Give them no peace of mind—let them never find rest! Build an altar of their bones, Lest they ever forget Why! Don’t forget, don’t you ever forget. No, don’t forget, don’t you ever forget. Don’t forget, no, don’t forget. No, never forget; never let them forget. Don’t forget, don’t you ever forget. No, don’t forget, don’t you fucking forget. Don’t forget, don’t you ever forget. No, don’t forget. Never let them forget. Don’t forget, don’t, don’t you forget. Never, never forget, never let them forget. Don’t forget, don’t you fucking forget. No don’t forget, never let them forget.

The new populism is a shell game— Meant to obfuscate who is to blame For the people’s pain (For the people’s pain) I know that seems a might insane; Let me take a moment to explain. This was supposed to be about the elites, Not the aesthetes. What was our crime? Finding the time To improve our minds.
(To improve our minds) What you seek, we sure find, While you stumble around blind. I guess you make this stink, cuz you think That we think we think Better than you Ever have or ever will. Spread the news; It's true! That’s what we do. Compared to you, We’re better, smarter, kinder, wiser, Fuller, more enlightened; our lives are brightened. Do not act so surprised. You sought wealth— We sought truth. And now you cannot recognize A truth before your eyes— Self evident and undisguised— We don’t need to tell you lies. You’d heed our words if you were wise. Instead you choose just to despise us, and pay us no mind, And be mindless, Need to find a victim on whom to lay your blame, someone to declaim. You’re filled with so much angst and shame. We remind you of the ways you’ve failed Our minds are a siren’s wail, the unattainable. We’re your objet petit a— That which you sought but never got. And now you look at your lot in life—so rife with strife— How’d the world’s plans go so awry, and why oh why Don’t we want what you wanted? And our trials seem so strange— We seem deranged and so you rage—so you rage—so you rage! Rage! Rage! Rage! The new populism is a blind fold You think liberates while you do What you’re told. (Oh what you’re told) Can’t you see, that you’ve been rolled You think you’re bold but you’re just a dolt You want the rich to be every men, cuz maybe then You could go and grab a beer with them. (Oh and be friends) It let’s you think, now and again, That you’re just as good as them! This is no Truman’s Show. The jape’s in view. I’m sorry to inform you of the truth: you’ve been duped. They’re not laughing with you—you’re the fool. It’s all a ruse and, though it’s cruel, it’s true that this comes as a function Of your trust’s willful malfunction. “Divide ut regnes” is these bastard’s clever way Of laying waste to our base, to affect effacement, abet abasement, Ensure encasement of braincases. Tripod enslavement paves the way for this hateful state to make greater the great hoard of wealth, and by stealth convince Half the people that they’re their equal, That they’re more than SQL entries, That these pleasantries extend the hand and horn of plenty, Like there were no sentries at the gate that await They that dare seek to break from their station, and rise above their placement therein. You are thrice a failure, to be sure: First to see or listen, Then to seek division instead of learning, Third to keep on yearning For that dream where earning Is a proof of worth, not birth, that work will work to purge your dearths, As you feel the quirt and blood spurt on the earth, You trust its worth! Worth! Worth! Scio verum, quod populismus novus panis et circenses solo est, sed non videtis. Ille scio, sed tamen spero quod discatis magistros detestari. Spes sit inanis.

Time to take out the trash of the class of the masses by cancelling the bastards who mistake the masters as leaders not leeches and buy into the bullshit they read us and feed us about the predatory nature of man and their plan to never let that beast free off it’s leash unless they deem it needs feast to wet its teeth and make a heap of the people on which to build a temple to Hobbes but call it a temple of God can’t you see they believe the lies through the teeth they really think for every kindness an angle only a fee buys an angel altruism’s a fangle that we will be mangled as our innards are tangled in those jaws of the man gripped in the claws of Mammon that this is the law that we should open our maw and not spare a thought and thus earn our spot in the kingdom of god— You think that we need our laws to reflect our Christian society. You try to litigate His Word, but spare no breath on the usurers. Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? What Christ said of charity? Why then do you defend a system whose aim is abject poverty? Let us denounce those christians defending those sins that form the core of libertarianism that are forgotten as though not spoken by Him and let us demand that if they are to enshrine their moralism that they not stop at the womb and who can fuck whom or be a groom but also to attack the boardroom let no brume veil the doom of they that assume that wealth-cum-work will be excused that their tomb will be hallowed as though they had given all to the poor that they had done more and thus that the door would be open like the arms of the Lord that what lies in store will not be the needle’s eye that try as they try they cannot be but denied by the good rabbi and have no eternal life but die the forever death never to draw breath again but instead be left ever bereft— Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? What Christ said of charity? Damned be these ranks upon ranks of rank mountebanks these rakes that take and take and take and take and fake and make like they’re bakers not bankers and say that the dangers lie in the mouths of the sly and cry for outcry that vie to buy the right to deny rights for those they despise and to try to belie that they hope we all die they lie and lie frog-like looking up at the sky yet looking down on to spy and cast the evil eye upon my people and seek the law on their side and why because they cannot deny they lack the might that might give them fight to stamp out our light the bright shine they must malign their cause is not founded on love or their faith in the cross but rather ressentiment a hate and a curse a jealous urge like the demiurge they need to make a world that conforms to their word not his word though they mistake the two— You think that we need our laws to reflect our Christian society. You try to litigate His Word, but spare no breath on the usurers. Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? What Christ said of charity? Why then do you defend a system whose aim is abject poverty?