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I took my screen name from a 1970 record album title "Blows Against the Empire" by the Jefferson Starship, the full quote was “It’s a Fresh Wind that Blows Against the Empire” by an Indian philosopher Krishamurti. A lot has changed since then, but for me that line still rings as true as ever. The empire in that context has many names and many tentacles, the “deep state” is just one of them, and all of them are evil. I can only hope that someday they all will turn to dust, and be blown away.

One of my favorite songs from the 60s, and one that has proven to be chillingly prophetic, "Secret Police" by the Belfast Gypsies. I dedicate this to the Jan 6 political prisoners as they rot in the dungeons.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rf-SkxApP5c

These are the lyrics as best as I can transcribe them, some of the words are hard to make out, sorry for any errors...

Hide the pipe (?) they're knocking down my door
My dad's behind the curtain and mom is on the floor
I owe the grocery money but I can't pay the rent
Not dying in the dungeon where my brothers have been sent
Wars with light, they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

Sweating in the attic above the steamy streets
Hearing evil noises of the stomping feet
I say soul brother are ya keeping still
Writing this story reads back just like a will
Wars with light, no they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

Pistols glow in sunlight shining on the walls
They're coming up the stairs
They're marching down the hall
They're coming up the stairs
They're marching down the hall
A devil's henchman needs no more proof
It's my sister in the attic my mother on the roof
Running and a scratching they can't catch me
Waaaaaaaa!

I'm crying...

Hide the pipe (?) they're knocking down my door
My dad's behind the curtain and my mom is on the floor
I owe the grocery money but I can't pay the rent
Not dying in the dungeon where my brothers have been sent
Wars with light, no they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

I'm running and a hiding you can't catch me
Running and a hiding yes I'm running and a hiding
Yes I'm running I'm running hiding hiding hiding
Yaaaaaaaaa!
Runnin and a hiding, runnin, hiding
I'm runnin and a hiding...

A song parody I did years ago for Teddy Kennedy (with apologies to the Beatles):

In the town where I was born
Lived a man named Kennedy
And he told us of his night
In his four wheel submarine

So we drove out to the bridge
Till we found the sea of green
And we looked beneath the waves
For his four wheel submarine

Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine,
Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine.

And his friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And they all just look away
(blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub)

Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine,
Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine.

(Full speed ahead, Admiral Kennedy, full speed ahead!
Full speed over here, Admiral!
Action stations! Action stations!
Aye, aye, sir, splash! Teddy! Teddy!)

Now they live a life of ease
Every one of them has all they need
Whiskey gold and money green
And they forget that submarine

Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine,
Mary Jo died in a four wheel submarine,
Four wheel submarine, four wheel submarine.