The Washington Redskins are a professional American football team and a member of the East Division of the National Football Conference (NFC) in the National Football League (NFL). Its headquarters and training facility are at Redskin Park in Ashburn, Virginia. Prince George's County and D.C. officials, however, have been trying to lure the Redskins back to their respective area's for training camp at either RFK Stadium or Bowie State University. The Redskins have played more than 1,000 games since 1932. The Redskins have won five NFL Championships (two pre-merger, and three Super Bowls). The franchise has captured 10 NFL divisional titles and six NFL conference championships.
The Redskins won the 1937 and 1942 Championship games, as well as Super Bowls XVII, XXII, and XXVI. They also played in, and lost, the 1936, 1940, 1943, and 1945 Championship games, as well as Super Bowls VII and XVIII. They have made 22 postseason appearances, and have an overall postseason record of 23 wins and 17 losses. Only four teams have appeared in more Super Bowls than the Redskins: the Pittsburgh Steelers (8), Dallas Cowboys (8), New England Patriots (7), and Denver Broncos (6). The Redskins' five appearances are tied with the San Francisco 49ers, Green Bay Packers, Oakland/Los Angeles Raiders, New York Giants, and Miami Dolphins. Only five teams have more Super Bowl wins than the Redskins: the Pittsburgh Steelers (6), Dallas Cowboys (5), San Francisco 49ers (5), Green Bay Packers (4), and New York Giants (4). The Redskins' three wins are tied with the Oakland/Los Angeles Raiders, and New England Patriots.
Jon David Gruden (born August 17, 1963) is the former head coach of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers for seven seasons and prior to that the Oakland Raiders for four seasons. In his first year as the head coach of Tampa Bay, the Buccaneers won Super Bowl XXXVII, defeating the Raiders whom he had left at the end of the preceding season. At the time, Gruden was the youngest head coach ever to win a Super Bowl. Gruden currently serves as a color commentator on ESPN Monday Night Football.
Gruden attended Clay High School in South Bend, Indiana, where his father Jim Gruden served as an assistant to Dan Devine at the University of Notre Dame. Feeling he would not have a chance to play for the Fighting Irish, Jon Gruden chose not to attend Notre Dame, where he would have received free tuition as a coach's child. Instead, he attended Muskingum College in New Concord, Ohio. After just one year he transferred to the University of Dayton and was the back-up quarterback to Phil Nussman under coach Mike Kelly from 1982 until 1984.
Sean Michael Maurice Taylor (April 1, 1983 – November 27, 2007) was an American college and professional football player who was a free safety for the Washington Redskins of the National Football League (NFL) for four seasons. Taylor was drafted in the first round (fifth overall) of the 2004 NFL Draft by the Redskins. He played college football for the University of Miami, was a member of the Hurricanes' 2001 BCS National Championship team, and earned consensus All-American honors. Due to his ferocious hits, several of his pro teammates nicknamed him "Meast," a portmanteau word from the expression "half man, half beast."
Taylor died at the age of 24 on November 27, 2007, from critical injuries due to gunshots by intruders at his Miami area home. His death led to an outpouring of national support and sympathy, especially in the Washington area, where Taylor had been a fan favorite as a Redskin, and the Miami area, where Taylor had starred for the Miami Hurricanes, after leading Gulliver Prep to a Florida state high school championship and setting a state record for most touchdowns in a season (44).
Benjamin Aaron Shapiro (born January 15, 1984) is an American conservative political commentator, radio talk show host, attorney, and media consultant. A native of Los Angeles, Shapiro graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles and Harvard Law School. He has written four books, starting with Brainwashed: How Universities Indoctrinate America's Youth in 2004, and writes a column for Creators Syndicate.
Shapiro attended Yeshiva University High Schools of Los Angeles. He then enrolled at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), majoring in political science, and graduating summa cum laude in 2004. At UCLA, Shapiro lived off-campus. He also wrote a column for the Daily Bruin student newspaper at UCLA from 2000 to 2002. The Daily Bruin suspended Shapiro after he complained on radio talk shows that the newspaper refused to print his column accusing Muslim student groups of supporting terrorism. Shapiro was hired at age 17 to become the youngest nationally syndicated columnist in the country by Creators Syndicate. He received his Juris Doctor (J.D.), cum laude, from Harvard Law School in 2007. He formerly practiced law at the Los Angeles office of Goodwin Procter LLP, and was a Vice President at Talk Radio Network. He now does independent legal consulting for major media clients.
At the end of an era
The First thing to go
Are the heads of our leaders
Kicked down in the road...
On the day of reckoning
When we've struck & won
Watch close as their heroes
Go crashing down on the pavement...
The workers in Poland rose
& in Hungary too
Somoza & Jose fell
...Azania coming soon!
Kick over the statues
And the tyrants die
Wave bye bye with a hammer
To their heroes
The first act of freedom
All over the world
Is to topple the statues
The first thing that needs to be said
Is hatred's all very well
But hatred must be organised
If dreams are to be realised
And anger is no substitute
For diciplined rebellion
To unionise is to organise
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!
Well all this talk of fighting back
Is talk to be ignored
If we don't know where our power lies
And utilize the tools we've got
The bosses have the money
And the workers have no rights
But our muscle is our labour
And we flex it when we go on strike
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!
We can talk of riots and petrol bombs
And revolutions all day long
But if we fail to organise
We'll waste our lives on protest songs
A life worth living is waiting to be won, sure
The day the bosses fall
The day the dream has come
But stop romanticising
Hollow talk is just a curse
The revolution won't appear
We all have to build for it first
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
For the first time
After too many years of waiting
It's a fine thing to see working people
Stop celebrating
The passive state in which they eke out life
Accepting strife
And gracious for it too We've stopped running
Mothers and lovers
Breaking out of years of passive living
Always giving service to the lip of men
Who've never given them
The chance to serve themselves
To stand their own
And win a world they have a part in
And now that's starting
There an't no stoppin' what we can do
Fan this fire
An' we'll be turin' loose
Police make crimes of picket lines
And the working man
He hasn't got the right
To fight to save his living
Then is given no choice
Once young & old sat tight
But now
They fight to win a world they have a part in
We bought their lies. Now stop! Realize!
If we stop running, they can't chase us!
Breaking backs, bones an' brandin' names
Is turnin' loose these furious flames
Fan the flames an' we'll be turnin' loose!
A world is waiting. Quit waiting too
You've got to take what they'll never give you
The runnings stopped cos the penny's dropped
Let's get this situation sorted out!
We're so polite
It makes me want to shout
We waive the everything we want
An' take the nothing we already have
An' I'm waiting on hold
For something to blow ...
All is in reach & as clear as day
Yet the smallest move
Remains a mile away
So we while away
Going nowhere bit by bit
An' it just seems
We can't get round to gettin' round to it
Sometimes it makes me ache ...
Someone once wrote
All the world's a stage
But the truth comes written somewhat different on my
page
I know this script's fixed from the start
Cos ordinary men & women only get
Supporting parts
An' I'm waiting on hold
For something to explode
We spend our lives
Waitin' for
Someone other than ourselves
To make a move
We always do
We do
We always blow it
I know
You know
I know you know it but ...
I keep on coming back because
Somebody told me today
Let slip in a casual way
Nobody seemed to care anycase
I didn't realise, I turned away
Somebody told me today
And though my mind was miles away
Slowly the pain welled inside
As I realised he'd died
Take no heroes, only inspiration
And if you learn nothing from his life
Learn this from his death
The man may die but his dream survives
I headed out, walked the town
Staring sick & lonely
Strange faces passed
And they didn't know ...
I wanted to tell them so but
Oh the rain beat hard & cold
A finer truth hit hard
Took hold
Take no heroes, only inspiration
And if you learn nothing from his life
Learn this one thing
The man may die
The man may die but his dream survives
Take no heroes
Take no heroes
Take no heroes
No way I could explain
No one to explain it to anyway
But a tearful misery's a sorry legacy
And this is not the time for sad obituaries
The rain beat hard and cold
Learn this thing
Take no heroes
Take no heroes
Take no heroes
Take no heroes
The man may die
The man may die
The man may die
But he's dream survives
My friends say we're stuck in a hopless thing
They all say the same thing - it can't work
Our life's so full of strife
It make's you reach for the knife
It won't work, aw but you know the feeling
So it goes & now it's gone
You & me we struggle on
Please seize these chains that hold us back
Let's make it work!
Life lists on & we survive, but it sucks us dry
The bitter waste, chances passed
And we passed them on
Now everybody's saying our time has gone
So it goes & now it's gone
You & me we struggle on
Please seize these chains that hold us back
Let's make it work!
The world's upside down & backwards round, yes it is
To serve no purpose only profit
That brutal? More so: To serve them all days & nights
Why, every waking hour! And more besides
Some say we're stuck in this life of pain but I
maintain we can change it
All that we need, we've got it
To cut loose from this sham, God damn!
Seize these chains that hold us back
Others make this a world in crisis
- Let's make it work!
You & me, we struggle on
And so it goes
Damn wrong! Seize these chains that hold us back
My friends say we're stuck in a hopless thing
They all say the same thing - it can't work
Our life's so full of strife
It make's you reach for the knife
It won't work, aw but you know the feeling
So it goes & now it's gone
You & me we struggle on
Please seize these chains that hold us back
Let's make it work!
Life lists on & we survive, but it sucks us dry
The bitter waste, chances passed
And we passed them on
Now everybody's saying our time has gone
So it goes & now it's gone
You & me we struggle on
Please seize these chains that hold us back
Let's make it work!
The world's upside down & backwards round, yes it is
To serve no purpose only profit
That brutal? More so: To serve them all days & nights
Why, every waking hour! And more besides
Some say we're stuck in this life of pain but I
maintain we can change it
All that we need, we've got it
To cut loose from this sham, God damn!
Seize these chains that hold us back
Others make this a world in crisis
- Let's make it work!
You & me, we struggle on
And so it goes
Damn wrong! Seize these chains that hold us back
Memories of years gone by
Dashed hopes & a dream that died
Spirit pulled us through
Times were hard but we fought as one
Now those days of hope are gone
You're resigned to lose
Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
Lean on me & I will pull you through
Sad signs of a sad dispair
A wildcat here & a wildcat there
Weak in isolation, short lived inspiration
It's an old tale told ten thousand times
But while we're split we waste our lives
Together we've a wold to win!
Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
Lean on me & I will pull you through
We may argue right & wrong
But together we are strong
A flame that can't be dimmed
It's not in order to survive
You've got to lean on me
You can fight alone without solidarity
Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
I ain't found what I'm looking for
I ain't found what I'm looking for now
But I've found something
And I'm going to change em
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Alright
Can't remember such a bitter time
The Boss says jump! The workers fall in line
I'm not down, but I'm feeling low
The whip us into line
With the threat of the dole
Time & time when the workers rise
The fightback's stabbed by a neat backstab
& the papers lies
Leaders lead us into blind retreat
One by one we take the money
Ten by ten we face defeat
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Alright
The bosses make us pay for their crisis
They blame us for daring to challenge things
Keep on keepin' on now
Keep fighting daring yeah yeah yeah
'Till the fightback begins
I ain’t won what I’m fighting for
Full-timers backslide to the cries of sell out!
We've got to get the reins in our hands ourselves
Stand firm! Hold tight! And fight!
The bosses, they hit
While we're taking it
In turns to spit
Divide & lose now aaarrhhhhhhhhh!
No point in fighting anyway (no point)
If we don't win the day (hold tight)
No point if we don't shoot
The bastards afterwards
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Alright
It is better
To die on our feet
Than to live on our knees
If we fight as one
Then the fight is won
Til that day we’ll keep keeping on yeah
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Keep on keepin' on yeah
'Till the fight is won
Alright
Keep on keepin' on oh yeah!
K-e-e-p I'm keepin' on yeah!
Like a red machine
We gotta keep a keep a stay out
Maybe 5 or even 6 months yeah
7, 8, 9, 10 and if it takes a year
Russia sparked the fires in 1917
First workers revolution
The first workers revolution in history
Working people forced the bosses' backs against the
wall
First steps taken for a better life for all
It's a shame
It's a crying shame
When our past is buried
And our victories go un-named
It's a crying shame
When our history books
Talk of kings & men of fame
And in another country workers rose again
1919, 1919 in Berlin
But they didn't learn the lessons
From the Russians that they should
Revolution, revolution was drowned in blood
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
All things are possible
Hunger of the 30's
Hunger of the 30's back again
And the rich still rich
And the poor still the same as they ever were
And it seems to me
We're still not learning from our history
And it's a crying shame
Those who hold the future hold themselves in chains
It's a crying shame
Those who bear the pain hold themselves to blame
It's a crying, it's a crying shame
It's a crying shame
Look at Petrograd!
Look at Barcelona
Fight against the land
Fight against the land & the factory owners
Same fight today against another ruling class
Learn a lesson from your past
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It can happen again
It's a crying, crying, crying shame
But the lessons plain
Talk of a strike just one day old
And already a threatened workforce is been told
A cut in their wages is what they need
The poor man pays for the rich man's greed
Hold on, don't run away
Hold on, don't run away
Hold on now
Don't run away
The shop says yes
The boss says no
To hell with the ballot, boys
I got a job just shifting beer
Straight out of school, straight into here
I got a job pays none too well
But every Friday I can tell them go to hell
This place is noisy and full of dust & shit
This jobs dead lousy but I can't get out of it
Come every Friday I see an old man
Sat back from the bar in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file
Go get organized!
I joined the union & started signing up
I found a man ten years a member
And all this time he's been holin' up, hiding quiet
We pressed the govnor for improved conditions
And found ourselves on strike for union recognition
I seen the old man in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file
Go get organized!
Come every Friday I see an old man
Sat back from the bar in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file
You've never had it so good
The favourite phrase of those who've always had it
better
Burn it up!
Realise the altogether
Bring it down
Burn together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
Bring it down
All together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
You've never had it so good
The favourite phrase of those who've always had it
better
You never had so much is the cry
Of those who've always had much more, much more than
you & I
Burn brother burn
Fight together
This altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
Bring it down
All together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
Burn
Insane thing, insane thing
Insane thing, insane thing
Burn brother burn
Let's burn Together
Burn brother burn
Burn, burn, burn
This insane thing, insane thing
Burn brother burn
Burn sister burn
Spurn the lie
They use to justify
This insanity!
The inhumanity!
Of this insane thing
Burn brother burn
Burn, burn, burn
Some's got it easy
Bring it down
The altogether
Keeps getting better for the few
For the first time
After too many years of waiting
It's a fine thing to see working people
Stop celebrating
The passive state in which they eke out life
Accepting strife
And gracious for it too We've stopped running
Mothers and lovers
Breaking out of years of passive living
Always giving service to the lip of men
Who've never given them
The chance to serve themselves
To stand their own
And win a world they have a part in
And now that's starting
There an't no stoppin' what we can do
Fan this fire
An' we'll be turin' loose
Police make crimes of picket lines
And the working man
He hasn't got the right
To fight to save his living
Then is given no choice
Once young & old sat tight
But now
They fight to win a world they have a part in
We bought their lies. Now stop! Realize!
If we stop running, they can't chase us!
Breaking backs, bones an' brandin' names
Is turnin' loose these furious flames
Fan the flames an' we'll be turnin' loose!
A world is waiting. Quit waiting too
You've got to take what they'll never give you
The runnings stopped cos the penny's dropped
Fan these flames an' we'll be turnin' loose!
The first thing that needs to be said
Is hatred's all very well
But hatred must be organised
If dreams are to be realised
And anger is no substitute
For diciplined rebellion
To unionise is to organise
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!
Well all this talk of fighting back
Is talk to be ignored
If we don't know where our power lies
And utilize the tools we've got
The bosses have the money
And the workers have no rights
But our muscle is our labour
And we flex it when we go on strike
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!
We can talk of riots and petrol bombs
And revolutions all day long
But if we fail to organise
We'll waste our lives on protest songs
A life worth living is waiting to be won, sure
The day the bosses fall
The day the dream has come
But stop romanticising
Hollow talk is just a curse
The revolution won't appear
We all have to build for it first
Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!