Come, get out of the way, boys
Quick, get out of the way
You’d better watch what you say, boys
Better watch what you say
We’ve rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
So bring your daughters around to the port
'cause we’re the cops of the world, boys
We’re the cops of the world
We pick and choose as please, boys
Pick and choose as please
You’d best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees
We’re hairy and horny and ready to shack
We don’t care if you’re yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
'cause we’re the cops of the world, boys
We’re the cops of the world
And everywhere I traveled from the Gap at Kumari
The Yong-San Reservation to the camps at Moonsanee
From the golden plains of Inchon, my boots rotting on my feet
All I heard were crying babies while their mothers walked the street
We bought watches, we bought cameras, we bought whores, and we bought booze;
With the little barefoot beggars bending down to shine our shoes
We gave them back our candy, and to answer our desire
Oh, we gave them round-eyed babies who died outside the wire
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“To initiate a war of aggression is not only an international crime; it is the supreme international crime, differing only from other war crimes in that it contains within itself the accumulated evil of the whole.”
–Justice Robert Jackson, Nuremberg, 1945
Yglesias doing his usual schtick of justifying status quo white supremacy to liberals: