Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Stop the Trump World, I Want to Get Off

I'm paraphrasing the Broadway show, "Stop the World, I Want To Get Off," a musical from the Sixties. Ironically, that show featured a hit song, "What Kind of Fool Am I?" In Trump World, his supporters are the fools who make sane voters 'want to get off ' a globe that is making a megalomaniac a successful candidate for the leader of the free world. A president conducts his or her behavior with respect for propriety, our nation, the honor of being Commander-in-Chief, and achieving goals that serve America's citizens. The GOP front-runner (better known behind Congressional doors as The One To Be Gotten Rid Of) is driving a stake through the Republican Party's "heart." Donald Trump's dog and pony show is both incomprehensible and terrifying. His gullible fans consist of people who have drunk more of the Kool-Aid than all of Jim Jones' Guyana cultists.  

Donald Trump is nothing more than a carnival barker who cons people into buying tickets to his own freak show. He is the Two-Headed Man, The Three-Legged Cow, under the tent at the Youth Fair I frequented as a teen. He's a six-hundred pound jabba the hut, the warped image of America as reflected in the House of mirrors. Trump makes Gordon Gecko look like Jesus. You remember "Wall Street," the movie where Michael Douglas utters the famous line, "Greed is good." Apparently, the despot who just ran the Super Tuesday table is locomotive breath the frantic, berserk Republicans cannot slow down.

Any third-grader can tell you what the Ku Klux Klan is. If it's not your common knowledge that white supremacists exist, and you cannot recall the nightmare of David Duke, you have no business running for student council, let alone the President of the United States. 'Stupid like a fox' was Trump in the interview with CNN's Jake Tapper, during which he claimed all of the above. He feigned ignorance to secure the bigot vote just in time.

"Making America Great Again" is code for ensuring rich, whites' prominence remains intact. The unprecedented, disrespectful treatment our current POTUS has endured, set the stage for Donald Trump's bombastic entrance to "take our country back" from those evil liberals. Grand Old Party, get used to your triumphant Frankenstein. You created him.                 

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The Top Worst Songs

I suffer from an incurable affliction. It often occurs in vintage junk shops that play "Sixties on Six" on Sirius XM. But it can happen anywhere, anytime, especially in the shower. Imagine the following paraphrasing of the famous movie line, "I see dead people." When I hear horrendous top forty hits, the barest snippet of such songs holds my brain hostage, sans "delete" button, and SHRIEK! "I hear bad music." Everyone has this once in a while, right? It's not just me that goes berserk when her ears are assaulted by records that never should have been recorded, let alone still played four or five decades later?  

The following are my picks for The Top Worst Songs, chosen from hits I heard growing up in the Sixties and Seventies, from transistor to cassette and eight-track. Feel free to leave comments on tunes you hated from that era. In no particular order:

"Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I've Got Love in My Tummy" Ohio Express
"Sugar, Oh, Honey, Honey" The Archies
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree" Tony Orlando and Dawn
"You're Having My Baby" Paul Anka
"Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" Jim Croce
"I Write the Songs" Barry Manilow
"It Must Be Him" Vicki Carr
"Muskrat Love" Captain & Tennille
"Honey" Bobby Goldsboro
"The Harper Valley PTA" Jeannie C. Riley

This is but a sampling of the trash I was subjected to in my youth...until I could race to the volume knob and shut the music off.