guest post by S. ANAND

We Back on the Ground (WeBOG) would like to congratulate the Indian state for sending up a rocket towards the moon. That’s one small step for nationalist achievement, and one giant bombastic leap for servile running dogs of imperialism.

We wish the Indian space program every success in developing as quickly as possible a big manned spaceship capable of taking every single member of the ruling class to a faraway planet. We also wish the workers and peons waiting on and tolerating the ruling class, a speedy and quick revolution..back here on the ground.

Please enjoy the following video set to the classic poem/song/tune/chant/anthem by Gil Scot Heron, “Whitey on the moon”.

Lyrics from http://www.gilscottheron.com/lywhitey.html

Whitey on the Moon

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey’s on the moon)
I can’t pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Ten years from now I’ll be payin’ still.
(while Whitey’s on the moon)
The man jus’ upped my rent las’ night.
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
I wonder why he’s uppi’ me?
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon?)
I wuz already payin’ ‘im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin’ my whole damn check,
Junkies makin’ me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin’ up,
An’ as if all that shit wuzn’t enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an’ arm began to swell.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Was all that money I made las’ year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain’t no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey’s on the moon)
Y’know I jus’ ’bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I’ll sen’ these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)

received from  “M. V. Ramana” ramana AT isec DOT ac SOT in