But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.

Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!

I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.

I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery

I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.