Take a look at the Nineteen-Nineties. Clinton, try as he might, had no way to stifle the dot.com prosperity, precarious precipice that it was. (Not that he would have wanted to, but…hey! Outta his control)
Wally-World, et al, took that bull (my pun) by the horns and killed the messenger. (Oh! And the simple fact that the 1920’s had no intrinsic value, historically squeaking, that is.) And the other simple fact that all good deeds go punish’d. And the other simple fact that America, MY America always… well, never mind.
He dreamed of the ‘Great Society’ almost made it, save for that little problem in Southeast Asia. (He coulda been a contender, instead of a bum)
(Brando Warning Here!)
Nuff said: We have now come to the era of “Not-So-Great-Presidents.”
They mean nothing, vis-à-vis, The World Order.
They have been reduced to fodder.
Fodder for CNN, Fox, SNL, and The ‘Honey Grove Senile Citizen’ (my hometown rag)
So…
Why not Trump? I mean, with no mean meaning, why not? He will entertain. He will give CNN, Fox, et al, something to pontificate over (“Never end a sentence with a preposition Lance”—sorry—my bad)
I love The Donald: he has made an uninteresting (for news junkies) year…
Funny.
And I do love funny.
Merry Christmas and see you at the voting booth (I will be that embarrassing uncle in the back with a scotch in his hand and a Marlboro in his lips—pontificating about ‘LBJ’, The Great Society, and wearing the Nixon-Now-More-Than-Ever…T-Shirt.
And saying, ad nausea: “I told you so…”
Shamelessly, I just finished re-reading “Grapes of Wrath” or… in other words: I am with Bernie Sanders on this Deal Folks.
And never forget this:
Or this, regarding ‘Third-Party-Politics” (for those of you astute in The American Political Prophesy):
And, Yes, Virginia: Trump is a “Ring-Tail-Tooter.”
(Most likely offensive to ‘People of Faith’–read at your own annoyance)
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The Greatest Story Ever Told (If told at Woodstock)
(And seriously Y’all, y’all need to watch the video First)
But before we go there enter:
This Post Will PISS some people Off (IF I am doing my job)
However I do NOT want to Piss Anyone Off (Not my job)
Ambiguous? Yeah!
So, therefore, and furthermore, and forevermore: I put below the ‘continue reading’ button.
And don’t shoot me: I just play piano here… on Tuesdays… and for milk money… for the kids.
The video is germane. Watch it.
Cheers, Peace, Blessings, Love and Happiness & Joy (and I do mean all of that shit. Sincerely. Hey by the way, Anyone seen Joy? She was just here a minute ago…)
Cast of Characters:
Mary, Mother Mary, Virgin Mary, Mother of All Inventions.
Joseph, Joe, Just Plain Joe, Cuckold, Erstwhile Surrogate Father of Jesus.
Joe! Go Pick some Radishes. Jesus is hungry. And stop smokin’ that shit!
I did not put in The Crucifixion/Resurrection, (mainly because I don’t believe that shit and also because I could not find an example in the show) and also, mainly because at
Woodstock… drum roll please:
nobody had to die to save me.
It’s OK Jesus: I’m doin’ fine, but Thank You for askin’.
And Thank YOU to anyone who has travell’d this far with me.
This Post is Dedicated to my Third Wife (Don’t worry: she knows who she is)
And to my English Girlfriend (she knows who she is too). When asked by some American, “Do you celebrate the ‘Fourth of July’ in England? She always responds with a ‘washing of hands’ bit. Yep! Good Riddance! Hahahah! Gotta love them English!
I have spent the better part of the last three days watching documentaries about the birth of my nation.
But this post will throw Y’all into a ‘Tale’ Spin. And may just bring your loyalty into question… such as it may be. Didn’t ask for it, but do appreciate it–in whatever manifest.
Why?
Because I am a Socialist
Or Why Not?
Dunno…
Perhaps ’cause you don’t tread between the lines’.
(And for those of you who, who do, I do sincerely apologize)
I am talking booze. Talking to the Juicers out there.
Here is my query:
Do you often (more often than not) catch yourself scratching notes?
I mean, you have a great idea for a post, but are too inebriated to write it, and too afraid to sleep on it, lest you forget it: Lose it?
So… ya just ‘make a note’.
No matter that you won’t be able to read the note the next day sober, as it only makes sense when you are drunk–now therein lies that ‘Catch-22’, but at least you made the effort.
Right?
Right?
Talk to me Peeps!
(I really do not wanna be alone with this one.)
Cheers,
Lance
P.S.
Yes, I am a Socialist, Humanist, and All-Around Nice-Guy. i.e.,
The Greatest Story Ever Told (If told at Woodstock)
(And seriously Y’all, y’all need to watch the video First)
But before we go there enter:
This Post Will PISS some people Off (IF I am doing my job)
However I do NOT want to Piss Anyone Off (Not my job)
Ambiguous? Yeah!
So, therefore, and furthermore, and forevermore: I put below the ‘continue reading’ button.
And don’t shoot me: I just play piano here… on Tuesdays… and for milk money… for the kids.
Click at your own risk.
Cheers, Peace, Blessings, Love and Happiness & Joy (and I do mean all of that shit. Sincerely. Hey by the way, Anyone seen Joy? She was just here a minute ago…)