Title: "Blaise Bailey Finnegan III" Album: Slow Riot for New Zerø Kanada Track: 2/2 Release: 1999 LISTEN HERE
"Just where, uh, just where are you coming from?"
"Well, I don't like the way the country's ran, don't you know, and, uh, that's pretty much what I was expressing in my poem: the government - the American government - they're sneaky, they're very deceitful, they're liars, they're cheats, they're ripoffs. I mean, the American government is one, is one systematic government that, that nobody can trust - I don't trust them myself."
"And how long have you been writing for?"
"How long have you been writing for?"
"Since I was four."
"Do you do this sort of thing a lot, like, open mic kind of questions?"
"Oh, I love open mics, I love coming here to do open mics, absolutely."
"What kind of reactions do you usually get?"
"Usually people are, are pretty much in agreement with what I'm saying."
"We o-, we overheard you before talking about you, you went to talk today for a speeding ticket?"
"Right, do you want to tell us that story?"
"Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't mind telling you the story. Um, I went to court today for a speeding ticket, and I told the judge, um, 'Let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, I'm only going to say this one time and one time only - I don't repeat myself for nobody,' I said. I says 'I'm here to pay a speeding ticket, not to listen to your lectures and hear you run your mouth for an hour.' I says 'I'm here to pay off my speeding ticket, and I'm here to, and I'm here to get my fines out of the way and get the fuck to work.' The judge says 'You can't talk like that in my courtroom - you're in contempt of court!' Then I said 'If, I told the judge 'If that's the best you can do, I feel sorry for you.' I said 'Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen?' I said 'I'm not going to take any shit!' I said 'I'm going to pay my speeding ticket like I said.' I walked up to the god damn bench and I hand him my twenty-five dollars up and I said 'There's my money, now I am leaving!' And I left it at that. I, but before I left I turned around and told the judge 'I'm here to state who I am and be honest with you.' I said 'If they thought I was dangerous on the road like you're trying to accuse me of, wouldn't they have taken my license when I first got it? Yes they would.' And the judge says 'Yeah, you have a point.' He goes 'You don't need to get loud.' I said 'Don't get loud?' I said 'I've got every right to get loud,' I said 'You can't do a god damn thing about it because I'm expressing myself in your court, and there is nothing you can do about it! You think you're God because you have a robe and you can put people up the god damn river for twenty years? Well you're not.' And I left it at that."
"Did you walk away?"
"Yes I did. I don't like the judicial system; I don't like the government system; I don't like the police; I don't like anything to do with this country's government. I just don't like it because they're sneaky, like I said: they're deceitful; they're lying; they're cheats; they rip the people off. That's the American government for you. America is a third-world country, and people don't recognise it, and I think that that's pretty goddamn sad that they don't recognise their own country and a third-world, third-rate, third-class slum."
"Well, do you have any weapons?"
"Yes I do: I own a high-powered assault rifle; I own a 12 Gauge double-barrel shotgun; I own a regular shotgun; I own a regular hunting rifle; I own a 9mm; a .357; a .45 handgun; a .38 Special; and, um, I own an M16 fully automatic ground assault rifle."
"Do you think things are going to get better before they get worse?"
"No way. Things are just going to get worse and keep on getting worse. Like I said, America's a third-world country as it is and, and we're just in a hopeless situation as it stands."
"What do you think this country's going to look like in the year 2003?"
"You know I'll tell you the truth: nothing against you guys, but I don't want to answer that question, because I haven't even got a kind that's that, that inhumane."
"Are you ready for what's coming?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Most people aren't."
"There's a little saying, dates back for generations."
"Be prepared for anything at anytime from anybody, don't take no shit, always stand your ground. People want to come up to me and run their mouth, guess what? I'll throw them through the fucking window, I won't think a th-, a thing of it."
"Would you mind reciting your poem for us?"
"Not at all, I don't see why, I don't see why I couldn't: there's an evil virus that's threatening mankind, it's not state of the art, it's a serious state of the mind. The muggers, the backstabbers, the two-faced elite, a menace to society, a social disease. To brainwash the mind is a social disorder, the cynics, the apathy, one-upmanship order. Watching beginnings of social decay, gloating and sneering at life's disarray. Eating away at your own self-esteem, pouncing on every word that you might be saying. To attack someone's mind is a social disorder, the constitution, the government, martial law order. Superficially smiling, a shake of the hand, as soon as your back is turned, treason is planned. When every good thing is laid to rest, by the, by the government's hate, by the constitution and their lies, and every time you think you're safe, and when you go to turn away, you know they're sharpening all their knives. All in your mind, all in your head, try to relate it, all in your mind, all in your head, try to escape it. Without a conscience, they destroy, and that's a thing that they enjoy. They're a sickness that's in all of our minds, they want to sink the ship and leave, they way they laugh at you and me, you know it happens all the time. But it only happens in your mind. The rats in the cellar, you know who you are, or do you? Watching beginnings of social decay."
"Thank you for your time."