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In addition to Baroness Hardnose expressing her sadness at the death of the murderous Chiliean dictator, there were also warm tributes paid here, here, here, here, here, and here.
Mick Davies said:
December 11, 2006 11:21 AM | permalink
ESTADIO CHILE
We are 5,000 — here in this little part of the city
We are 5,000 — how many more will there be?
In the whole city, and in the country 10,000 hands
Which could seed the fields, make run the factories.
How much humanity — now with hunger, pain, panic and terror?
There are six of us — lost in space among the stars,
One dead, one beaten like I never believed a human could be so beaten.
The other four wanting to leave all the terror,
One leaping into space, other beating their heads against the wall
All with gazes fixed on death.
The military carry out their plans with precision;
Blood is medals for them, Slaughter is the badge of heroism.
Oh my God — is this the world you created?
Was it for this, the seven days, of amazement and toil?
The blood of companero Presidente is stronger than bombs
Is stronger than machine guns.
O you song, you come out so badly when I must sing — the terror!
What I see I never saw. What I have felt, and what I feel must come out!
"Hara brotar el momento! Hara brotar el momento!"
Yeah, Thatcher being best buddies with a murdering tyrant was a terrible disgrace to this country. A bit like Nl;air being best buddies with the tyrant and war criminal Bush.
When Jack Straw tried to hold the vile Gen P. I thought that this was a great move and proved the credentials of brave "new" Labour. I was disappointed when the government bowed to American pressure (step forward Henry Kissinger?). In the light of subsequent events I really shouldn't have been surprised. That release was, for me, the beginning of the end of Labour's credibility as a principled government.
Dizzy -
hahahaha. God, what 6th form history book did you read?
Castro - free health care, constant opposition to US skulduggery, survivor of numerous assasination attempts, ousting corrupt and mendacious president. Bit too communist for your liking no doubt.
Pinochet - murdering git. Oh, but helped us get the Falklands back.
Did you know Reagan used a number of underhand ways to screw Britain over the Falklands War? His CIA mob carried out some very unsavoury practices. Check the Christic Insitute for more information.
I'm guessing when Thatcher dies, the queue to dance on her grave will be much longer than when Castro dies.
December 11, 2006 11:21 AM | permalink
ESTADIO CHILE
We are 5,000 — here in this little part of the city
We are 5,000 — how many more will there be?
In the whole city, and in the country 10,000 hands
Which could seed the fields, make run the factories.
How much humanity — now with hunger, pain, panic and terror?
There are six of us — lost in space among the stars,
One dead, one beaten like I never believed a human could be so beaten.
The other four wanting to leave all the terror,
One leaping into space, other beating their heads against the wall
All with gazes fixed on death.
The military carry out their plans with precision;
Blood is medals for them, Slaughter is the badge of heroism.
Oh my God — is this the world you created?
Was it for this, the seven days, of amazement and toil?
The blood of companero Presidente is stronger than bombs
Is stronger than machine guns.
O you song, you come out so badly when I must sing — the terror!
What I see I never saw. What I have felt, and what I feel must come out!
"Hara brotar el momento! Hara brotar el momento!"
Victor Jara - Victim