November 2, 2024

T-Minus 2 and a half days and some comfort. I initially was all about a Beatles tune, tunes, in my parodies, exclusively so, The Orange Album, they were songs I could sing and was comfortable with. Though they were of the time this one still holds up.

It is fun in a not fun kind of way.

Tap a toe if you’d like.

(originally posted Oct 26, 2020)

Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Don wasn’t quizzical

It seemed to him illogical

To find truth that leaves no doubt

Don’t allow intelligence in this

Hou-hou-hou-house

He hid his shortcomings

In wordy salad long goings

He makes no sense at all

But staff always picks up the messy dropped word

Ba-a-a-all

But just then that damn press it drops by

To point out all his lies

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Came down upon their heads

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Would threaten them be dead

Back at podium

He sings his tried true stratagem

Of playing victim’s card

Dem’s they are just mean

As you all have

See-ee-ee-een

He tells ‘merica

Believe Mob King Republica

Vindicated now

And those who don’t agree will pay dearly

And how-ow-ow-ow

The swamp’s tides getting much stronger now

So he paddles up with no mind

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Comes down upon our heads

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Dissension will be dead

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Would turn us all to red

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Loyalty it must be bred

His senate they are all in line

Claiming everything is fine

Dem’s are those to blame

Future now an easier despot

Ga-a-a-ame

Lindsey and lackey crows

Talk around with Fox News shows

Espousing all the lies

While Mitch hopes to continue with Russian

Tie-i-i-ies

And the GOP laughs right in our face

As the Trump tries to force blind

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Held high above our heads

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Propaganda’s never dead

whoa whoa whoa whoa!

(doo doo doo doo)

Golden Scepter

Ding Ding

Now in the process of my posting these tunes of mine, words well worked in anger at the pained obvious, well wrought obvious, words red flagged in an attempt at a head’s up, “Do you see?” things that are my stand up I waver … I flit between serious dread and that the lesser dread that seems just kinda silly, but still dread. I mean it couldn’t be right? This is just another election with a possible reset just another four years off right? in case we get things wrong, a future time to possibly mend mistakes right?

But I know that that is not the case, this is no regular election and there are no Pollyanna thoughts of how this has always worked continuing in a still existent democratic future.

My problem with Trumpers is, though I don’t fault you your opinions, well, Ok, I do, as they ain’t mine and i could never be that easily susceptible to a con, but that they are too often misinformed, wholly misinformed and I don’t understand your need to “own” the other side like it is some sort of childish game, to grab the mantle of Orange grievance like it is your own, as if he were a guy who actually lived a life with you.

He hasn’t, never has, lived that life, he has never been that guy, nor is he heaven messiah sent as he glories to be, he IS the elite he warns you of. You spend so much time and glee on owning the other side that you miss the bigger picture. You become cult and you won’t be able to break away until it’s too late, and there will be a time where that comes.

(still trying Rick)

To Melanie’s “What Have They Done To My Song?”