Wasn't it Peggy Noonan's sound bite?
Or was that her thousand points of light?
Or the opening for the boomer generation,
our greatest historical blight?
(Fools strutting about the stage,
who thought themselves so sage,
and who never came of age.)
Here's a "poem" to accompany yours:
Christie, Christie loves red meat
He dishes it out with deceipt
Loud and brash, never discrete
The biggest bully on the Street
Christie, Christie, I'm on a car seat
Sticky and blue with September's heat
We know you feel so elite
You scream you shout and even bleat
Christie, Christie, loves to eat
He's wearing shorts and a soccer cleat
He says to Dems retreat, retreat
But his reward will be defeat
In a plot
most twisty,
and full of rot,
Bridget’s Tryst-y
Chris is misty
“He does not recall”
He will neither deny
nor confirm
as he does buy
off a law firm.
with taxpayer dollar
to avoid a collar.
Christie’s all too eager
to let others take his fall
on a budget not meager
after all
when it was handy.
he stole money meant for Sandy.
God help us all
if this louse
ends up in the White House.
Like it or not, we ought admit
The Ukraine is more Russia's bit,
Their neighbor not ours,
The European powers
Unlike us, are not in a snit.
Republicans are crying out,
Ready for a nuclear bout?
Disaster creators
These Obama haters
Would rush in where cool heads have doubt!
I rejoice that butter is back
For too long I took the wrong tack,
I'll no longer mutter,
"No flapjacks and butter",
For butter I bitterly lack!
"Jack Of All Trades"
I’ll mow your lawn, clean the leaves out’ your drain
I’ll mend your roof, to keep out the rain
I take the work that God provides
I’m a jack of all trades, honey we’ll be all right
I’ll hammer the nails, I’ll set the stone
I’ll harvest your crops, when they’re ripe and grown
I’ll pull that engine apart, and patch’er up ’til she’s running right
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
The hurricane blows, brings the hard rain
When the blue sky breaks
It feels like the world’s gonna change
And we’ll start caring for each other
Like Jesus said that we might
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
The banker man grows fat, working man grows thin
It’s all happened before and it’ll happen again
It’ll happen again, yeah they’ll bet your life
I’m a jack of all trades, darling we’ll be all right
Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
We stood the drought, now we’ll stand the flood
There’s a new world coming, I can see the light
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
So you use what you’ve got and you learn to make do
You take the old, you make it new
If I had me a gun, I’d find the bastards and shoot ’em on sight
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
Bruce Springsteen 2013
SINGING IN MY REIGN
BY
VLADIMIR PUTIN
I'm singing in my reign,
Just singing in my reign
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at the West
So weak, such a pest.
I'm out of my funk
Crimea? Slam dunk!
Let NATO give chase
We'll pick up the pace
I'll strengthen my reign
I've a smile on my face
All threats are in vain
I'll never refrain
Just singin'
Singin' in my reign.
The song written by Gordon Sumner and performed by Johnny Cash comes to mind...
I HUNG MY HEAD
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jebbs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse, he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
My brothers rifle went into the sheen
I kept on running into the south lands
Thats where they found me my head in my hands
The Sheriff he asked me why had I run
And then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the court house the whole town was there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the court room what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find
I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on a hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
And hed come to fetch me to see what theyd done
And well ride together to kingdom come
I prayed for Gods mercy for soon I'll be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
The Road (Regrettably) Taken
With abject apologies to Robert Frost
I dreamed I took a road I seldom take.
To the right I drifted, far off course.
And when I discovered my mistake
I madly tried to hit the brake,
(But sadly, I was on a horse.)
I felt a creeping sense of fear
As I slowly realized my plight.
My little horse sure thought it queer,
But queer folk weren't welcome here,
And almost everyone was white.
The One Percent lived high on hills,
And in that clean and pleasant air
Lit cigars with hundred dollar bills,
And instead of solving social ills,
Complained about Obamacare.
When I awoke, I realized the truth:
Whichever road you take you should endeavor,
Whether you're in Dallas or Duluth,
When you find you're in a voting booth,
Make sure to always pull the proper lever.
I fear we are too Tired
Of ever being Inspired,
When Boehner's "on Retainer"
And Congress has been "Bought",
There May be nothing Saner
Than Retreating into Naught.
One of the most damning sentences
in the whole article is this:
"Though primarily a pretrial center,
it houses some sentenced inmates."
The great majority of the people that are held at Rikers have not been convicted of any crime,
and cannot afford to post bail.
And we put them into this hellhole.
By doing so,
the poorest segment of our society
(and those that are mentally troubled)
have been deemed deserving
of potentially serious bodily harm
and punishment
-punishment without trial
-punishment before trial.
No bail, no judge, no jury, no conviction
and no real protection from themselves or others
- just arbitrary punishment.
Whatever else this is,
whoever is to blame,
this is not justice.
It is a mockery of justice.
And it goes on and on,
....in our name,
....with our knowledge,
....and with our silent consent.
For how long?
Cuomo simply does not care,
His pretenses are all hot air,
Being a Dem he'll feign,
Gave Christie free reign,
For working folk, nothing to spare!!
Just in fun, liberals of Hollywood issued a statement, in song of course.
Tune of Hooray for Hollywood
“Oy vey for Hollywood,
The righty-tighty part of Hollywood.
Where any folks who hold us in contempt
Can be tax-exempt
When they donate dough in this town
And any bigot
Can be a spigot
Of money to keep all us lib-rals down
Oy vey for Hollywood,
Now here it’s very clearly understood
Deductions there for Voight, Sinise or Grammer
Can freely hammer
Us folks they think are no good
Their five-oh-one-C-3
Buys G.O.P. some tea
Oy vey for Hollywood.”
:)
A. Cuomo, Repub in Dem's clothes,
His actions make one hold one's nose,
Has a Wall Street romance,
Tax the Rich? Not a chance!
On De Blasio plays his hose.
His Port Authority's role is rank
Christie used funds like a piggy bank,
The ball Cuomo fumbled
Not one word he mumbled,
And we all have A. Cuomo to thank!
Ms Dowd is Cassandra reborn
And tooting a sorrowful horn,
The POTUS? An anchor,
Says Ms Dowd with rancor,
Describes him with torrents of scorn.
I believe she is totally wrong
In singing her sad, scabrous song,
But t'will take every skill
To forestall the ill
That she foresees coming along.
That's a nice wish,
A five cent knish,
Street food so hearty,
Or served at a party,
Or as a dinner side dish.
Commitments to remaining rich?
Despite all our pollution which
Puts profits above
The Earth that we love,
One percent is a dandy niche.
We suffer but Billionaires smile
Tax loopholes still protect their pile,
We palter and putter
Imprecations mutter,
Our need for change grows all the while!
Just joining the folks doing adoring I'M NOT THAT GIRL and WICKED homages :)
Tune of I’M NOT THAT GIRL (Idina Menzel version)
- [Idina reacts:}
Great week, great start
Got a great show, a great part
They scream like I’m Hugh or Al
They shout out “Adele”
Heck, I'll be that gal
Presto, big name
Is it lame what brings great fame
It all seems so darn extreme
Still “Adele Dazeem”
I'll be that gal
When you’re selling tickets you long to be
Someone they really think they know
But what makes 'em pick what they go to see?
What gets people to the B.O.?
Strange meme, strange tweets
Thanks to twitter! Tweets buy seats
Piles of cash that we now corral
As more folks hit send
Watch our new hit trend
I’ll be that gal
John spoke, John slipped
Sudden stardom, they all flipped
Now he’s my new bestest pal
They cry out “Adele”
Since it helps us sell
I’ll be that gal
The Senate report on detention
Should give Edward Snowden a mention
Because it’s implying
That internal spying
Got Senator Feinstein’s attention.
The big question is who's training who? I submitted this once before, but I think it's timely here;
'Twas 20 past 3
and the dog had to pee
so I got up and put on my pants,
he whined and he pined
I dared not decline
or risk his looking at me quite askance,
I turned on the light
and we walked down a flight
and probably stepped on some ants,
I opened the gate
and scratched my pate
and watched as the dog did his dance.
He sniffed and he turned
as my cigarette burned
til he found the right spot to relieve,
then he lifted his leg
then again, one more peg
and he smiled, or so I believe.
'twas a long steady stream
and as if in a dream
I just stood and stared at a star,
and when he was done
having all that dog fun
he wanted to ride in the car.
"No, let's go back to bed!"
I wearily said
as we walked up the stairs to the house,
his tail was a-wag
did he want to play tag?
or pretend that his toy was a mouse?
I took off my clothes
and went back to bed
he had water and laid by the door,
I tossed and I turned
another cigarette burned
as I listened to him snore on the floor.
There are certain things sacred to man,
And one's to get rich as you can,
To fail to get rich
Is a sad event which
Means becoming an also ran.
Why's income inequality bad?
The Koch Brothers don't seem so sad,
It's that grumpy gabble
From the unwashed rabble
Who gripe about they're being had!
Mod conservatives, Ross Douthat?
Walker & Ryan deep six that,
Four factions, no heart,
A hairsbreadth apart,
All under the Koch Brothers hat!
Norquist would like to privatize
And bolster Prisons profitwise,
The added expense
Would then make great sense
And come in a laisser faire guise!
In no way has Ryan been lyin'
Although his remarks no one's buyin'
People must not shirk
Their chances to work
The jobless are simply not tryin'.
Entitlements make a fat cat
And food stamps are where pleasure's at
That minimum wage
Is an utter outrage,
T'would bring Walmart right to the mat!
The College Board is now excising
each obscure vocabulary word.
At 58, I’m left surmising
that verbosity’s become absurd.
All those nights with O.E.D.
The list of new words in each new book
I thought they'd help me get degreed
were mere folly I mistook
for highest learning, heaven sent
a polysyllabic pulchritude
my bon mots served to complement
my thoughts as if beatitude.
Those school boy exercises now are relics
I should have indulged in more psychodelics.
Is it really True what you're Saying...
That each word that I send will be Playing
Out in Public Purview for all to Pursue
Like there is no Longer a Private Displaying?
While I dabble a bit in the "Digital",
I will continue to keep it at "Midgetal".
I still Love my Postal and send "Coastal to Coastal"
While what the Internet gets is just Fidgital.
It may happen just once a year
That diversity's something to cheer,
But oh what a pleasure,
Old white men at leisure
Were hit hard by what they worst fear!
Invading Iraq? Justified?
Hypocrisy can't be denied,
Holier-than-thou-ers,
Invoke US powers,
With defense of freedom implied.
Ms Brewer gave Tartuffe bad cess,
Will Roberts Court now do no less?
Expectant I ain't,
SCOTUS has a Right taint,
There ought to be a full Court press!
Mazeltov, welcome back to New York,
May delicacies fill your fork,
Huzzahs as you enter
The Graduate Center,
My champagne is popping its cork!
Money junkies?
Money addicts?
Scam artists?
Vulture capitalists?
Snake oil salesmen?
Criminals?
An Alice in Wonderland bill
So vile it made most people ill,
Threatened money losses,
Energized big bosses
Who viewed it as a Poison Pill!
Genesis of an obesity epidemic (save us from soft drink companies):
Pepsi Generation jingle:
There's a whole new way of livin'
Pepsi helps supply the drive.
It's got a lot to give
for those who like to live
'Cause Pepsi helps them
come alive.
And the Coca Cola response
(does high fructose corn syrup come from apple trees and honey bees?):
I'd like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms and keep it company
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills Ah, peace throughout the land
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
integrity in intellect
you might believe commands respect
but Mister Jim DeMint
is now no longer skint
the feeding trough means all can collect.
