We Can’t Stop (Going To War), Miley Saw This Coming

On the verge of Obama asking Congress for approval for military engagement to fire cruise missiles at Assad for violating the Geneva Convention (h/t to Charlie for that link), and in the aftermath of Miley Cyrus’ VMA performance and the media’s obsession with it, I realized something. It all ties together. All uses of “Party” have been replaced with “Army.”

It’s our Army we can do what we want
It’s our Army we can say what we want
It’s our Army we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can screw who we want
— America doesn’t need you, England.

Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere
Hands in the air like we don’t care
— Every argument George W. or Joe Biden ever participated in.

Cause we came to have so much fun now
Bet somebody here might get some now
— We’re gonna LIVE OUT Call of Duty, HOW IS THAT NOT FUN?

If you’re not ready to go home
Can I get a “hell no”?
Cause we gonna go all night
Till we see the sunlight, alright
— We are never ever leaving your country.

So la-da-di-da-di we like our Army
Dancing with Molly
Doing whatever we want
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
— America is the land of the free to declare war with whomever we want. This is what we do. We will keep doing it. Don’t tell us we shouldn’t. It’s not an addiction, it’s the natural way.

Can’t you see it’s we who own the night?
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
— This is our identity. America: born, and reborn, through bloodshed.

And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, things don’t run we
Don’t take nothing from nobody
— America doesn’t take orders from anybody. We give the orders. We tell other nations to fall in line.

To my homegirls here with the big butt
Shaking it like we at a strip club
Remember only God can judge ya
Forget the haters, cause somebody loves ya
— YOLOBYCKDPEW: You Only Live Once, But You Can Keep Declaring PreEmptive War

And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get a line in the bathroom
We all so turnt up here
Getting turnt up yea yea
— The drumbeat to war is playing on beats-by-Dre speakers, nationwide, the revolution will be branded.

It’s our Army we can do what we want to!
It’s our Army we can love who we want to!
It’s our Army we can sing if we want to!
It’s my mouth I can say what I want to
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Eh!
— Our Rules. ’Cause We Rule.

I know that what we’re doing flies in the face of the Kickstarter Amanda-Palmer-Start-a-Revolution thing, which is fine for her, but I’m not super-comfortable with the idea of Ziggy Stardust shaking his cup for scraps. I’m not saying offering things for free or pay-what-you-can is wrong. I’m saying my personal feeling is that my album’s not a dime. It’s not a buck. I made it as well as I could, and it costs 10 bucks, or go fuck yourself.

Trent Reznor (via carpeaqua), is an American Hero. Amanda Palmer? GTFOH.