Nothing that happened to us was
Some inevitability of history.
We are here because we travelled by roads
Other men paved for us.
They drew up plans,
They built their vision,
And this is where those
Agentic, purposeful, intentional
Decisions have got us.
There was always a choice.
CUT.
They chose to kill your town.
They chose to flood it with aliens.
They chose to prioritize things
You did not care about.
They chose to give
The empathy of their bottomless bleeding hearts
To others.
It was not what was "meant to be" by fate.
Men imposed their will for this.
CUT.
That ruin --
That ruin was put there by a man
As intentionally as any building.
That city --
That city was burned down by men
As intentionally as men had built it.
The wealth --
that wealth was squandered
With just as much intention
As had its accumulation.
CUT.
Everyone in charge
Always plays
This stupid game.
They tell you:
"Vote for me, I'll be your man!"
And then turn out to be another whore.
Things get worse, not better,
And he'll tell you...
"Who am I to bear the blame?
I am myself a victim!
I was powerless before history!!"
No. Fraud.
CUT.
"Abundance."
"Transparency."
"Accountability."
"Civility."
"Diversity."
"Democracy."
All BUZZ-words.
"Equity" was chosen
Not for being truer than "equality"
But for its subversive double meaning.
For the puppet: it's ideology.
For the puppeteer, it's stakeholder's capital.
They knew what they were doing there.
It's mockery of you.
CUT.
Useless words!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
Trash.
Less than trash.
Toxic waste.
I cut! I cut! I cut!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
Give me the loot.
Give me the loot.
Give me the loot.
Dollar dollar bills, yo.
You want holes in your sweater?
You want blood on the rug?
Spare the viscera from my kimono
And shut up!
(Shut the fuck up!)
You owe me.
I get my cut, or you get cut.
Do not make eye contact
With a man who bears a sword
You're liable to lose your head...
Swords are for the samurai.
CUT!
"Вот скажи мне, американец, в чём сила?
Разве в деньгах?
Вот и брат говорит, что в деньгах.
У тебя много денег, и чего?
Я вот думаю, что сила в правде:
У кого правда, тот и сильнее.
Вот ты обманул кого-то, денег нажил, и чего —
ты сильней стал?
Нет, не стал, потому что правды за тобой нету!
А тот, кого обманул, за ним правда!
Значит, он сильней!"1
I CUT! I CUT! I CUT! I CUT!
I Consented to Katana,
and Learned Empathy from Samurai
For Perfect Love and Beauty now I cut
Through smoke, obamas, metal gears
Without hate I Desecrate Temples of False Idols
I am come with a Mad Thirst for Blood
The Blade's Will, My Will, the WILL of God
To cut, To Cut, TO CUT!
"В чем сила брат?"2
I cut! I cut! I cut!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
I cut! I cut! I cut!
...I cut... I cut... I cut...(cut away)
CUT!
"В чем сила брат?"
I cut, I cut, I cut,
For beauty and for love, I cut
I cut, I cut, I cut,
For nothing left to do, I cut
I cut, I cut, I cut
Through bullshit and false gods, I cut
I cut, I cut, I cut
For truth I cut, I cut
I cut, I cut, I cut
Strong, weak, blessed, cursed, I cut
Let truth spill out
CUT
Like a tragic jet
CUT
of my gushing blood...
I'm cut, I'm cut... I'm cut!
"В чем сила брат?"
CUT!
"Город — это злая сила. Сильный приезжает — становится слабым.
Город забирает силу. Вот и ты пропал…"3
I'm cut! I'm cut! I'm cut!
Truth spills out --
My blood!
”В чем сила брат?”
CUT!
I'm cut! I'm cut! I'm cut!
I'm cut! I'm cut! I'm cut!
I'm cut! I'm cut! I'm cut!
I'm cut! I'm cut! I'm cut!
I'm cut... I'm cut... I'm cut...
Guess... I wasn't strong... no... I wasn't honest... enough.
In truth... I wanted this... this... was a choice I made.
Ah... Zen... Ronin Time... I'm cu-- I died.
CUT.
“Can you tell me, American, where’s the power?
Is it really in money?
So my brother says… it’s in money.
You have a lot of money. But so what?
Now, I think that power’s in truth:
Whoever’s got truth, he’s got the power.
So you ripped a guy off and you took his money. But so what?
Did that make you any more powerful?
No, it didn’t, because truth wasn’t on your side.
That guy you robbed, truth’s on his side.
So he’s the powerful one.”
“Where’s the power, bro?”
“The city… the city’s an evil force. The powerful come around — turn weak.
The city seizes power. Even you are lost….”
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