Saturday, October 20, 2012

Who are you?

I see that, after his second debate disaster at Hofstra, the emergence of Binders Full of Women, and then Friday’s amusing diagnosis of Romnesia, Multiple Choice Mitt strikes back, accusing the Obama campaign of having become "petty" — that Obama keeps "talking about smaller and smaller things."

Mitt is desperate to deflect the focus on his cretin, 1950s stance on women's issues, particularly their right to choose how to handle their own bodies, as well as equal pay for equal work. Perhaps women's rights are "petty" to Romney, and that would certainly not be surprising.

Romnesia, of course, is satire, but as with all good satire, it is fueled by truth. It's a clever expression that defines Mitt's serial mendacity. I suppose it is "petty" not to have a solid stance on any issue, other than Romney wants to win the election. Romnesia suggests that Romney will say anything to get elected. He already has. He's the definitive 180-degree candidate — like weather in the tropics, his positions are always changing.

Mitt could actually debate himself Monday night. So, which one is he really? Moderate Mitt? Tea Party Mitt?

Monday, October 8, 2012

MTV and the election

Imagine if some of the legendary songwriters of the past five decades decided to get involved.


The Bells of Romney — Bob Dylan

Sweet Home Obama — Lynard Skynard

There Goes Rhyming Romney — Paul Simon

Lies — J.J. Cale

A Bain Pirate Looks at 60 — Jimmy Buffett

Let Him Fly, Rain & Chief  Mashup— Patty Griffin

Crazy Little Thing Called Voter Suppression — John Hiatt, with special guest Bonnie Raitt

You Turn Me On, I'm an iPhone — Joni Mitchell

Your Body Is A National Park — John Mayer, from the album ROMNEY FOR SQUARES

Taxmen — The Beatles

Blue States Crying In the Rain — Willie Nelson

Where The Center Leans To The Right — As read by Joe Scarborough, Andrea Mitchell on tambourine

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


EVERYONE

Everyone smiles clichés
Everyone believes the hype
Everyone requires praise
Everyone’s a stereotype

All the guys in Carolina
Love NASCAR and beer
All the girls in Carolina
Speak in a slower gear

Everyone’s a thumper
Moonlight beamer
Crash car humper
Big time screamer

Everyone loves the Klan
Wears Rebel flags
Does what he can
To keep torching fags

Everyone craves KFC
Finger-licking thighs
Everyone loves Jesus
Eternity’s the ultimate prize

Everyone smiles clichés
Everyone believes the hype
Everyone requires praise
Everyone’s a stereotype

Every New Yorker
Jumps ahead in line
No time for strangers
Even less for the blind

No one cares in the
Biggest of big cities
Unless you’re young
Foolish, and sporting big titties

Everyone loves the casual prank,
Hitting numbers, planning heists,
Armored trucks, brand-new banks.
Who cares if someone gets iced?

All New Yorkers
Have joined the mob
Eat Italian at midnight
Act like fucking slobs

Everyone smiles clichés
Everyone believes the hype
Everyone requires praise
Everyone’s a stereotype

Every liberal is a commie
Wants to live in Paris
Says redistribution
Is the fairest of the fairest

Rednecks and the rich
Why, they’re all the same
Some sit near the fire
While others fan the flame

Every killer has a reason
A priest is forced to say
Every banker commits treason
Cause that’s the game he plays

Everyone’s a shooter
No one likes to pass
Only hos work at Hooter’s
Cause they have a nice ass

Everyone smiles clichés
Everyone believes the hype
Everyone requires praise
Everyone’s a stereotype

Hope you’re smiling
Cause none of this is true
Well, maybe some of it
What are you going to do?

Everyone has skin
Everyone has a heart
Everyone belongs
Everyone has a part

Everyone has skin
When push comes to shove
Everyone needs and bleeds
Everyone loves to love

Everyone loves to love

Everyone