Saturday

Tight-lipped condescending mama's little chauvinsts are at it again.

Another close call, I hope.  

That's right folks, that thing from outer-space that is coming for us is nearing.  Call me Chicken Little, but I feel it in my bones.  Why?  Well, among the many reasons I have given you in the past, how about this one:  

I came to age in the 70's.  The Vietnam War was winding down and the Cold War was pecking up.  So I was smashed between the two crazy events that gave us the paranoia of the day.  War and Nuclear Annihilation.  Neither sounded good to me, and so, like most free peoples of the day, I smoked a lot of grass and took a lot of pills and listened to a lot of Pink Floyd songs for hope.  

Nuclear War was a treat.  As a kid we were the last generation of children who actually had to do Nuclear Fallout Drills.  We were taken into the basement hall of the school and told to sit with our heads in our laps and hands over the back of our necks.   Even at 5 years old I knew this was bullshit and visualized the mayhem that would break out if the Russians did nuked us and Billy stole my lunch pie.  

Led by fear -- and bad grades -- I enlisted in the Navy where the nuclear scare continued.  We were told how to pull our socks up over our pant legs and button our shirt collars up to the chin to avoid exposer to the toxic environment should Russia attack.  The aboard-ship joke at the time was:  during a nuclear attack, bend over, cover your head, and kiss your ass good-bye.    

Around this time Pink Floyd's "Wall" was a big hit.  The lyrics I remember most:  


Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, ah
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for President?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing mine?
Ooh ah,
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mama's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby,
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall.
Mother do you think she's good enough, for me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous, to me?
Mother


And so today, boys and girls, Donald Trump and his Evil Empire Madmen have taken us out of the Nuclear Treaty with Russia because Russia has broken it. Which is bullshit, and, it is this kind of shit you should be sick of by now.  Not the fact that they are pulling us out of it, he's the president and do shit like that, but the fact that they are lying about it.  What-the-fuck!  Enough is Enough!  If you want to pull out of the nuclear war treaty because you want to build new bombs, say so.  Have the fucking courage to say it.  Stop hiding behind Fox News spin to build your weapons.  This is the politics of today.  And in the meantime, get ready for some more Flyod music, but first, how about these lyrics from John Lennon (note the similarity to Trump's children and the "Tight-lipped condescending mama's little chauvinsts..." sir Lennon speaks of):


I'm sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic

Impeach the Mother Fucker Already!

                                                           ~~ Potty Mouth Guy

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