Of course this could all be a whitewash and indeed like the articles say, "drug rehabilitation centers" could be the new work camps. Interesting about the one child law loosening as well, however- could human rights be having a revolution of their own in China?
And what would be the prevailing conditions that would cause that?
Certainly China's been under fire for years for flagrant human rights abuses. Surely one letter snuck into a Halloween decoration wouldn't alone be the sole reason for this sudden and swift change of heart? One has to wonder what goes on in closed chamber sessions having to do with trade embargoes, business deals and the like. Perhaps this has an economic connection as well.
Obviously, China has a long way to go before they can be considered a country that actually cares about human rights:
Important to remember in these times of worry. This song isn't about hippies or the Me Generation, or a rock festival. This is about what we need to remember and keep in perspective right now and for eternity, even when scary stuff happens or doesn't happen. You need to know it's going to be alright no matter what. Not in a "don't worry, be happy" new agey pablum way. It's still going to be alright no matter what.
You have lived before and you will live again.
Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him Tell me where are you going? This he told me
Said I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog, And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning. But then maybe it's the time of man. And I don't know who I am, But life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, We were half a million strong And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, We are caught in the devils bargain,
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.