I say, “I have no more love to give! I have only anger in my heart today, and I want you to be angry with me! That I am sick and I am tired, and I want you to be sick and tired with me! I-I-I am sick and tired of going to the funerals of black men who have been murdered by white men! And I am sick and tired of the people of this country who continue to allow these things to happen!”
—Euologist, Mississippi Burning, 1988
Also, go listen to Run the Jewels. Like, all day.
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“Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same”
Can’t Buy a Thrill (1972)
It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse 5
Getting barred from the White House is like being blackballed at the Playboy Club. There are definite advantages to having your name on the Ugly List in places like that.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72