Does Paul Ryan know what the music he listens to is even about???!!!
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The very fierce punk/grunge/political-protest band Rage Against the Machine, that is involved with the Occupy Wallstreet movement (and many other political protests, their music is political protest) is Paul Ryan's favorite band???!!!
How veeery odd.
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This news story is just tooo rich
(I saw them live once! They opened for Nine Inch Nails at a downtown bar in Minneapolis... those were the days!)
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This is what the band (Tom Morello) said about Paul Ryan in an op-Ed for Rolling Stone:
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“Paul Ryan's love of Rage Against the Machine is amusing, because he is the embodiment of the machine that our music has been raging against for two decades."
"I wonder what Ryan's favorite Rage song is. Is it the one where we condemn the genocide of Native Americans? The one lambasting American imperialism? Our cover of "F--- the Police"? Or is it the one where we call on the people to seize the means of production? So many excellent choices to jam out to at Young Republican meetings!"

















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When I read the response, by the band member he summed up Ryan to the letter. Can't have been a happy moment for Ryan when he got that news lol!
This time the bullet cold rocked you
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' profitable about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands you
Said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn you to stone before you realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire at their prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And motherf***ers lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And motherf***ers lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until your mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' you
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' you
They say jump and you say how high
You're brain-dead
You've gotta f***in' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
(You're) Standin' in line
Believin' the lies
(You're) bowin' down to the flag
You got a bullet in your head
(You're) Standin' in line
Believin' the lies
(You're) Bowin' down to the flag
You got a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
A bullet in your head!
You've gotta bullet in ya f***in' head!
Yeah!
Yeah!
The irony reminds me of the post election party when Bush took over from Clinton. Watching on tv, I was struck by the music. Of course Clinton's theme song was Fleetwood Mac's "Don't Stop Thinkin' About Tomorrow," and at the Bush victory party they were playing The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again, " which, typically for the Republicans -- they didn't get much farther into understanding the song than the title, because the lyric goes... "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss."
In the tragic event of a Republican victory, we'll see if Rage Against the Machine reunites for the big party, which will probably be held in a hell frozen over.