Land of Doesn't Have to Be

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Land of Doesn't Have to Be

It is just funny how people say they can't change the world. Funny how our mind has been made through time in a way we just forgot the power in our hands! It's as if the tiger had began to believe he couldn't bite anymore, as if he had turned himself into a helpless little cat.
Well, some say one person can't change anything. They just ignore the world is made of millions of "one persons". It seems pretty obvious to us that if all of them are convinced they are alone and that their voices will never be heard, then nothing really can change at all!
And while we are all being blindly carried away into some direction we ignore, all we do is cry empty complains. We don't question what we are doing, though. No, Sir! We just refuse to believe it all can be our fault. And if we can be guilty for everything, then we can also be the ones to fix it all.
For this to happen, though, first of all we need to stop acting as if we were sitting on an armchair watching a movie. There's danger, action and passion on it, but nothing depends on us, nothing reaches us. That's not how we should behave about our planet! We are not watching it, we are in it! This means we can stop the good guy from dying in the end, or stop the big robbery from happening or even change the villain's mind about being the bad guy and so on. We are the writers of our story.
Talking about stories, in our History classes we study revolutions. We feel inspired by how some hundreds of people could stand up and shout they were not happy with something. Well, if hundreds, sometimes even less, could do all that fuzz, now imagine what 6 billions could do!
Yeah, we could get it, we could all gather together and make a world we feel proud of. That is not merely a dream. It can become real! If you don't agree with violence, if you don't agree with prejudice, if you don't agree with poverty, then say it. Change it.

Won't Get Fooled Again

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the foe, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya?
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss



Song written by English rock musician Pete Townshend, for his band, The Who. It was originally meant to be part of a rock-opera named "Lifehouse", but the project was aborted and it ended up first released on their 1971 "Who's Next" album. The song helped us thinking about the further consequences of what we've been calling "revolutions".

You say you want a revolution...

Some people are glad with their lives and just don't mind how the rest of the world is. Some people admit things aren't well, but say it's the only way they could be. Some people also agree there are many problems, but they have hope all this trouble can be solved, that something new and far better can take place. Out of these three ways of thinking, the last may be the bravest one. The believers, more than that, the revolutionary hands, ready to throw away what they don't like and put something they prefer instead. It's simple, quick, and efficient. Isn't it? Maybe so, maybe not. We, in particular, think not.
In spite of the goodwill of the best part of the people involved in all such movements we've heard of til the day, they have never been successful at all. Of course many times they felt the taste of glory but it was a fake one. In order to take down the establishment, that doesn't help and opresses them, these courageous people usually go straight to their most emblematic enemy, the government. When the people defeat the government, they choose the best among them to rule, the one that certainly will bring all the change they've dreamt of. Right after that a handful of improvements is made, not all they wanted, but enough to let them waiting for more and happy for the great victory. Then time passes, nothing more of what they had fought for comes true, indeed, most of what they had earned is taken back, when they realise, they're raising their arms against the government once more. Their brave mate in the revolution becomes what they were fighting against. The one or two tiny better things that remain (when there's anything) don't even compensate all the violence the pseudo-new governemnt had to use in order to take over.
So the group of believers in the change is hoping in vain? Things will always be this bad, as the second group thought? We don't think so. We believe things can change for real, and for the better, just not as instantly and agressively as revolutions as we know them. Neither by blaming the government, nor by trusting the one you'd rather have. It matters little or nothing who is in the power, this person will always have more than others, and even if he/she is not seduced by privileges, and if none of the other people with some power tries to stop him/her from following his/her ideals, they will end being authoritary and violent, to protect their altruist ideas, as they couldn't guess what each person wanted. No, the government is not the biggest problem, and it's not the way to solve it. The establishment doesn't lay in a palace, only. It's also inside billions of minds, and that's what keeps it working. A few days of battle don't turn people's brains upside-down permanently. Far from that, they may get slightly twisted, but they don't take long to come back to the old place. And the world follows.
We believe we all should make the revoltion in our own minds before thinking of something bigger. Starting making small things to make the world a better place, even if they seem almost meaningless, they can help a lot in the change of your own mind. After all, the world is but a reflex of our minds.

I Don't Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.



Song writen by Irish rock musician Bob Geldof, and first recorded by his band, The Boomtown Rats, on their 1979 "The Fine Art of Surfacing" album. All about Brenda's case, that had just happened. It called our attention to these shootings, made us start researching the subject and wondering about it.

It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad...

y "I don't like Mondays". That's what a 16-year-old girl said to the press in the 70s. Quite understandable once most of people dislike Mondays. But is it a reason for killing?
Brenda Spencer seemed to think so. She shot her classmates on a Monday. "This livens up the day", you know! Once school was just boring, little golden Brenda took to classes the rifle she had earned from daddy on Christmas. She was used to killing ducks, so why would it be any different with humans? Well, she was just enjoying herself!
Unfortunately, some others seemed to like the idea... some were more creative than her, though. Like a young boy in Washington that dressed himself as a cowboy and got three guns with him to school one day, after being bullied for quite a long time. After shooting his Maths teacher (he probably didn't like it as Brenda didn't like Mondays...) he opened fire against his classmates. This case was slightly different, though: Barry's mother got deeply depressed after finding out his father was having an affair. So she thought a lot about suicide, telling the little kid he would have to do the same. But he ended up changing mama's idea a little and killing others instead of himself.
Others prefer to do it in group. Old pals having some "nice time together"! Mitchell Johnson and Andrew Golden got a van filled with camping stuff plus some weapons and dressed like soldiers. They thought it would be fun shooting against their teacher and classmates for a change! So they rang the alarm and waited behind some bushes for the others to get out. And BANG! BANG! They were shot down. Hit the ground.
Cases like those were many already, and they're getting more and more frequent at each day. But that's not all; the murderers are getting younger as well. Cases of little children playing with their parents' gun and killing a friend are turning into something usual. Another change that has happened is related to the senteces: Brenda, one of the very first ones on the "field" was sentenced to jail for 25 years to life, "only"! Later, as it got in "fashion", the press and the victims' relatives kept the court under pressure for harder sentences. And they got it. Now there's nothing against imprisioning much younger ones for as long as they live!
Prison is not the right place for children. When they start going there for staying, well, there's something very wrong going on! We are not saying they were any right. What these young ones did was terrible indeed! But was it really their fault for doing so? Well, maybe...But what about their parents and close relatives? Talking about suicide or carrying their guns around and showing their sons how to shoot small animals with no mercy. Killing should never be seen as entertainement! But was it really their fault? Well, maybe...
There could be many and many reasons for these deaths. But as The Boomtown Rats sang: "they can see no reasons, cause there are no reasons". The police men couldn't find them either, just that they could not like some weekday, or feel upset, or were turned down by some boyfriend...nothing consistent. Maybe there aren't reasons at all.
At least nothing restrict to someone's house, or DNA samples or anything some policial investigation may find. We think the actual reason is everywhere instead. All over the globe, inside our houses, at school, and so on. The problem is the world we live in. This crazy life style that makes victims everyday, maybe not killing them, but certainly messing with their mind. It's a quite tricky thing once we don't see it coming, but it's there. It's there when we find pretty normal giving a weapon to somebody as a present. It's there when we get used to children going to jail. It's there when we bully other people. It's there when we stop getting shocked with it all. And we are...
We are all being part of this vicious circle. So those kids aren't to blame. Their parents aren't to blame. At least, not alone.