Inspired by veterans at the site I wrote this song tonight. My gift. Feel free to add, subtract, change, whatever it takes to make this a great song.
We have blood and dirt on our hands
from all these son’s and daughter’s commands
we never really did very much for the land
but now . . . → Read More: PostArctica: Come To Standing Rock!
Stopped in at Parc du Portugal today where people were paying their last respects and remembering Leonard Cohen who lived off this little square just off The Main.
Lots of people filtering through the space every day. It’s a really nice atmosphere, nothing loud, nothing very sad either, just people with a common feeling saying . . . → Read More: PostArctica: Remembering Leonard Cohen
Needless to say, #MakeAmericaBrannigan has been one needed source of comic relief within an alarming U.S. election campaign. But I’m not sure that should be the sole opportunity to mine Futurama for campaign material.
So without any further ado, here’s The Breitbartist Song (sung of course to the tune of The Bureaucrat Song):
When I was four there was a hurricane in my hometown
Hunkered down with my father and mother
Everyone was alright, but I cried all night
‘Cause there was nothing I could blame on the “others”
And they said this boy’s born to be a Breitbartist
To be bigoted, angry and shoddy
I made my friends and relations show ideological certifications
To get into my tenth birthday party
But something changed when we hit the campaign
I was raging, not appreciating
He forgot that it’s not about polls and votes
It’s supposed to be about the hating!
People, we didn’t choose to be Breitbartists
No, that’s what Almighty Koch made us
We’d be constantly rude, we’d denigrate and exclude
Even if nobody paid us
They say the world looks down on the Breitbartists
They say we’re ignorant, abrasive and weird
But when push comes to shove, gotta spread the hate that you love
Even if it’s not a good idea
They said I shouldn’t cuddle up with dictators
They poo-pooed my call for shooting deserters
They said I shouldn’t abuse my state’s LGBTQs
My base would let me get away with murder!
Everybody sing – build a wall, kill them all!
Build a wall, kill them all!
Just the Breitbartists!
Build a wall, kill them all!
Just the minorities!
Sing me home!
When push comes to shove, gotta spread the hate that you love
Even if it’s not a good idea!
. . . → Read More: Accidental Deliberations: The Breitbartist Song
Whooee! Well, friends an’ foes, I done it again. Here’s a new song all about Steve Harper set to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme song. The Ballad of Steve HarperCome and listen to my story ’bout a man named SteveSneaky politician, dirty… . . . → Read More: JimBobby Sez: New Song: "The Ballad of Steve Harper"
Whooee! Well, friends an’ foes, I done it again. Here’s a new song all about Steve Harper set to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme song.
The Ballad of Steve Harper
Come and listen to my story ’bout a man named SteveSneaky politician, dirty tricks up his sleeveThe oil companies needed a man . . . → Read More: JimBobby Sez: New Song: "The Ballad of Steve Harper"