Mikrovold 8. mars

Verden lever i et mikrodiktatur av vold og økt skyting. Rike mennesker ønsker å bli enda rikere. Rike republikanere vil vi skal vite at enhver amerikaner kan være bevepnet under jakka eller i håndveska. Enhver amerikaner er en trussel mot enhver amerikaner. Da er det ingen som våger å si fra om noe som helst.

Menn er voldelige og kan ikke gå ut uten at en dommer må være involvert, i  fotball som i kriminalitet. God oppdragelse hjelper litt.

Om du møter på regjeringsdamer på 8. Mars arrangement så er de der for å samle stemmer så de kan fortsette veldedighetsarbeidet sitt for “mennene sine”, de som holder kvinnene opptatt under hælen, mennene som skaper økonomien.

En liten sang som forsvant i mediestyret rundt Punk og New Wave omtrent 1980. Den kan prøvespilles på iTunes på albumet “Jesus of Cool”:

Born A Woman, Nick Lowe

It makes no difference if you're rich or poor or even if you smart or dumb

A woman's place in this whole world is under a strong man's thumb

It must be heavy and it must be hard trying to make a little dent in life

A breeding feeling by your feet while loathsome wrestle light

'Cause if you're born a woman, you're born to be hurt

You were born to be lied to, stepped on, cheated on and treated like dirt

If you're born a woman, you're born to be hurt

A woman's place is to give and give and then to give some more

And it's so hard to understand what she's giving for

The break of day to the dead of night at someone's beck and call

A woman's place in this whole world ain't no place at all

'Cause if you're born a woman, you're born to be hurt

'Cause if you're born a woman, you're born to be hurt

You were born to be lied to, stepped on, cheated on and treated like dirt

If you're born a woman, you're born to be hurt

Born to be hurt, Born to be hurt, Born to be hurt, Born to be hurt,

Born to be hurt, Born to be hurt.

Sangen var en redigert versjon av sekstitallets apologetiske

Born a Woman by Sandy Posey.

Born a Woman

Sandy Posey

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor

Or if you're smart or dumb

A woman's place in this old world 

Is under some man's thumb

And if you're born a woman

You're born to be hurt

You're born to be stepped on, lied to, cheated on

And treated like dirt

Ah if you're born a woman

You're born to be hurt

A woman's lot is to give and give

And go on giving

A woman's got to love and lose

And go on living

Well I was born a woman

I didn't have no say

And when my man finally comes home

He makes me glad it happened that way

Because to be his woman

No price is too great to pay

Yes I was born a woman

I'm glad it happened that way

Oh I was born a woman (fade out)

Låtskrivere: Martha Sharp

Teksten for Born a Woman © Shapiro Bernstein & Co. Inc.