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Saturday, August 19, 2017

Der Donald’s Face

How to encapsulate the events in a pointed satirical fashion the events of this
past week?  A week when the nation was licking the wounds from a weekend
protest against hate which went horribly wrong.   A week when our President’s
attitude towards the good, the bad, and the ugly changed every 24 hours.  And of
course the same week when we all bid adieu to alt-right guru Steve Bannon’s
geographical (but sadly not political philosophical) proximity to the Commander-

So we’ll reach back into the archives and update an old chestnut originally
released in 1942.  Thus, with sincere apologies to Spike Jones, we present our
updated lyrics to “Der Fuehrer’s Face:

When The Donald says we is the master race
We heil (fart), heil (fart)
Right in The Donald’s Face!

One stanza is enough.  I hope everyone gets the idea.  If you don’t here is a video
of the original hit:

Thank you for reading.  Next week Steve Bannon returns in The Right Strikes Back!)

Saturday, August 12, 2017

We’re Not Heavy…

I have spent a few hours today playing with my new toy: a new computer.  The old one was ten years old, ran slow, and seemed to encourage my display of colorful language against old, slow computers.  I know it will take me awhile to find all of my new features, but for now I’ve been giving my new computer speakers a work out going through some classic rock and roll selections on YouTube.

Events of the day outside my living room have compelled me to post a Saturday night video.  A Klan rally in Charlottesville, VA got ugly today.  It brought out the usual counter protests, but this time the Klan resorted to violence.  At last count there was one dead and anywhere from seven to nineteen injured.

This event is still in media parlance a breaking story.   It will surely evolve into perhaps the defining moment of our era.  This may very well be our Kent State.

As if the horror of the event was not enough, the country’s leadership seemed to fall short of actually displaying leadership.  The President spoke out against the violence and called for unity as any previous presidents have done, buuuutttttt…once again his sentiment seemed to lack sincerity.

Then there were the words of former Klan leader David Duke giving full-throated endorsement of the President’s promise to take America back.  Thank you, Mr. Duke for giving us liberals more ammunition to lob at the President.  The President needs encouragement from you like he needs another asshole.

Anyway, the events of the day and my computer speaker test led me through some interesting trips down memory lane.   I found and played The Fortunes, You’ve Got Your Troubles, I’ve Got Mine…The Tremeloes Here Comes My Baby…Marmalade Reflections of My Life…Four Jacks and a Jill Master Jack…Buffalo Springfield For What’s It Worth…The Mike Curb Congregation Burning Bridges...

Then I decided on this one from The Hollies.  It was an anthem of the Woodstock Generation, and lord knows, everyone in America needs to listen and take all these words to heart…NOW!

(Thank you for reading…and listening.)

Wednesday, August 09, 2017

And It Was Nice Knowing Y’all

Apologies to my readers for my delay for this entry, but my detention in the Bernie Sanders ward at the FDR Sanitarium for Left-Leaning Liberals was longer than I originally expected.  Oh, I wasn’t in isolation all weekend.  I was granted a day pass to attend a town hall meeting with Warrior Queen to meet our House
Representative Brendan Boyle (D).

Boyle is a young man of forty, and extremely articulate in the ways of federal legislation.  The meeting was cordial, civilized and respectful, unlike meetings which Republican congress people have held with their public.  There were no protestors present and no shouting down the host by angry constituents.  In other words, it was democracy in action as it was intended to be.  Unfortunately this meant the local media had very little to report: civilized meetings are so ho-hum on the 11:00 o’clock news and draw very few shares on YouTube.

The meeting began with a few members from the local American Legion leading those in attendance in the Pledge of Allegiance.  Even Warrior Queen stood and placed her hand on her breast.  Naturally she couldn’t resist raising a fist in deference to the Resistance at the end, but I don’t know if anyone noticed her
additional gesture.

So the town hall might have been a bust for the radio and television station that showed up to record the event, but otherwise it was very informative.  We affirmed that Boyle’s position on the issues were in synch with ours.  He reassured us that the cries of Social Security being imminently insolvent is not true (we are fully funded until 2037); he is a big supporter of LGBTQ rights, and does not see any way we could have a do over the 2016 election.  Even if we prove that Russia did irremovable interfered in our election, it would not be a good idea to have a second election for 2016.   It could backfire (Trump could conceivably get more popular votes on a do over election) and besides the Constitution won’t allow it.

In contrast to the quiet civility of the town hall meeting we are now dealing with the saber rattling between two immensely mentally disturbed individuals: Kim Jung Un and our President.   There is something terribly wrong when our American leader uses terms like “fire and fury” in a public statement against a potential belligerent.  Now this is something to warm the ratings of the media and YouTube.

Just to put this all in perspective, what if Kennedy had a different reaction when he learned that the USSR had placed missiles in Cuba in 1962.  Instead of pursuing the behind the scenes give-and-take negotiations of diplomacy to avert the crisis, what if he just went on national television and said, “Bring it on, Nikita!”   Chances are the world would not have existed long enough to see 1963.

If the President was a reader I would suggest that he read John Hersey’s Hiroshima while he motors between golf holes in his cart.  It’s a short book, should not be too terribly taxing on his short-attention span thinking, and presents a good once-and-for-all argument against ever using nuclear weapons again.  If only he were a reader and not a Twitter writer...

So just in case the shouting back and forth between America and North Korea gets worse and escalates to the worst case scenario for mankind, let me conclude with this sentiment.

It was nice knowing y’all!
(Thank for reading.  In this space next week, a handy list of potable water sources in a post-nuclear apocalypse world.)