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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Emeryville City Council: 'I Got Your Pledge of Allegiance Right Here'

City Council Sticks It To Trump/Fox News

After voting at their last meeting to dispense with the public administering of the loyalty oath known as the Pledge of Allegiance before each City Council meeting, tonight the Council led the first halting if out of key rendition of the populist collectivist Woody Guthrie song from the Depression era, 'This Land Is Your Land'.  It's out with God and country and in with godless communism in Emeryville.  The minute right wing Council matriarch Nora Davis is out the door, her (formerly) beloved Emeryville City Council goes all flakey.  What's next?  Providing accountability at City Hall?


  1. The guy in the red shirt is the only true American up there

  2. Hi Brian - Looks like you were up past your bedtime. You're giving your readers the impression that last night's meeting was superficial, whereas it was very substantive, affirming our city's 'Sanctuary' status and exploring our future involvement with cannabis culture. To focus on our Council's brave attempt to replace the Pledge of Allegiance with a sung rendition of Guthrie's 'This Land Is Your Land' is to blur the meeting's impact. The Council's attempt took courage and its honesty humbled us that were not so brave. If any criticism were needed it would be to ask why it needed to be sung with the right hand in the air, a tradition stemming from the left hand on the Bible.

    Bob Hughes

  3. The more complete lyrics: This Land Is Your Land
    Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

    This land is your land This land is my land
    From California to the New York island;
    From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
    This land was made for you and Me.

    As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
    I saw above me that endless skyway:
    I saw below me that golden valley:
    This land was made for you and me.

    I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
    To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
    And all around me a voice was sounding:
    This land was made for you and me.

    When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
    And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
    As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
    This land was made for you and me.

    As I went walking I saw a sign there
    And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
    But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
    That side was made for you and me.

    In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
    By the relief office I seen my people;
    As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
    Is this land made for you and me?

    Nobody living can ever stop me,
    As I go walking that freedom highway;
    Nobody living can ever make me turn back
    This land was made for you and me.

    1. Like with the minimum wage debate, Emeryville is at the tip of the sword; it's rising up everywhere in Trump's America: