Sunday, September 25, 2016

RIP Jose Fernandez!

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Baseball is supposed to be fun. Jose Fernandez made it apparent. What a tragedy.

National One Hit Wonder Day!


Hey everybody, its National One Hit Wonder Day! Finally!

Who doesn't love one hit wonders? From your youth those songs that hit you over the head and then you never heard from the artist again. Love em.

Since I am really old and cant remember any music past 1999 or so, I have my own list of one hit wonders. A Top Ten so to speak. It is purely subjective of course. I'm not sticking Vanilla Ice or Bow Wow Wow or Haddaway or The Trammps on there because I think they should be. It's a list of songs I like. My own particular ear and brain like.

10) Rock and Roll Part 2 (1972)

Gary Glitter is a pervert. He's a pedophile and he's doing time I think. But he wrote this song. Hey!

9) Steal My Sunshine (1999)

Maybe it should be called Steal Andrea True's 1970's hit More More More but nonetheless Len, a brother sister act, made my ear happy with this one. If Dr.Evil parodies it, you win.'

8) Don't Leave Me This Way (1976)

I hate disco. Generally. But this one I have to admit. Thelma Houston. 1976. Hey it's no Sylvester, but its my #1 disco song.

7) 867-5309 (1981)

Tommy Tutone is the epitome' of a one hit wonder. Who didnt call this number in 1981, or give shit to a Jenny? And does that dude remind you of John McEnroe?

6) Take On Me (1985)

Known more for its innovative video perhaps. But who else doesnt try and hit that note? And it goes horrible wrong. Right? A Ha.......And by the way, he can still hit it. His name is Morten Harket in case anyone cares.

5) Electric Avenue (1983)

The dreads, the reggae. The accent. Hey, I hate reggae. I am not a fan of Bob Marley. But Eddy Grant is the bomb.

4) Cars (1979)

Disco is ending. New Wave is starting. My own personal introduction to new wave was this. And The Cars also. A what is THIS moment. Gary Numan. Hey, I wasnt that into Bowie yet.

3) 99 Luftballoons (1983)

Ah ja, Nena. 1983. Reagan. Nukes. And please, only the German version. Or if you insist.

2) Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye (1969)

Steam. Yep, a group called Steam made this song every sports fan sings at the end of a win, when a player fouls out, or just cuz you like the song.

1) Spirit in the Sky (1970)

Norman Greenbaum, a Jewish dude from Massachusetts, made this fuzzy guitar anthem back in 1969. John Lennon loved it for its simplicity. So do I.

There's others that might make the list depending on my mood, my ear, and my brain. But today, On National One Hit Wonder Day, this is the list.

And by the way, #1 will never change. Unless Norman Greenbaum comes up with another hit, that is. Or this becomes a hit.

Contemplation!


Time for contemplation.

1) The Charlotte shooting has so many things unanswered even after the release of the video by Keith Scott's wife that have to be addressed. And now that the Charlotte police have released part of the video, ya know the part they want you to see, just what the hell? What I see is an officer blasting some guy who may or may not have had a gun, in an open carry state by the way, and then handcuffing him to keep him from whatever and telling everyone yeah I'm good. Well aint that great, you're good.

Charlotte police have already gotten to the trash the dead guy stage, thrusting out the black police chief to do it, by making absurd statements like this:

"When [my officers] see a weapon and they see the marijuana they say ‘uh oh, this is a threat to the public.”

Really? The "marijuana"? Why dont you show us a gigantic picture of all that "marijuana" that is such a threat to the public? Oh, they did? Marijuana exhibit D. Oh and an ankle holster? OK. So, an ankle holdter, legal thanks to the NRA whores running North Carolina, and a tiny little blunt, the scourge of North Carolina.

Say if Keith Scott had been white, gotten out of his truck swigging a bottle of Jack, had an ankle holster, and lets say even offered to show the cops his shiny new weapon, would he have died? Well of course not, because they never would have hassled him anyway. Remember, Keith Scott was not the target of this paramilitary force and its hell bent intent on arresting somebody. Had Scott been a white guy, none of this would have happened. In your heart you know this is true. And if your heart says different, enjoy voting for Trump.

2) Three Nebraska football players kneeled during last night's national anthem. It's reached Red America folks. But, if you are masochistic enough to read the comments from Red America at the bottom of the article from the Facebook Freaks, Red America aint happy.

A high five to Mohamad Barry, Michae Rose-Ivey, and DaiShon Neal for their display of bravery.

3) Gennifer Flowers to attend "debate" and be in Donald Trump's corner. For chrissakes, 1992 called and wants your worthless ass back. Really, Trump? THIS is what this has come to? Oh I know, Mark Cuban is such a threat to your lil feelings that something had to be done.

Mark Cuban truly came up from nothing with ideas and creativity and a desire to succeed. Cuban knows what a fraud Trump is. And it bugs Trump, a man who succeeded from Daddys money. much like most other Republican leeches like our Governor Voldemort Ricketts.

Gennifer Flowers is a right wing attention whore living off 25 year old stories that werent stories then, except to degenerates like Sean Hannity.But hey, if Trumpski wants to go there, let him go there. A serial adulterer like Trump calling out a wife of another a serial adulterer? The logic is pure Trumpian. In other words, there isnt any logic. And the Trump supporters go YAYYYY.

Christ, I may kneel during the entire debate. Or catch up on Peaky Blinders or finish up Aquarius.

4) The Ricketts family. Joe Ricketts is a right wing kook who shafted the taxpayers of Illinois into upgrading Wrigley Field so his Cubbies could play in a nice old ballpark with all the modern conveniences. Ya know, like giant big screens with advertisements. And brand new shiny bathrooms uh what? Yeah, communal troughs from 1914 cuz its so traditional. Standing there with 100 other dudes pissing into a trough. Oh the nostalgia.

Anyway, Ricketts, the "small government" racist prick that he is, has an interloper in his family. No not his own version or Eric Trump, our esteemed Pete Ricketts, but his daughter Laura. Laura, not an Ivanka, showed up up at Wrigley Field, sat in the prime behind home plate seats because she like owns the place, and wore a hat, blue, lets see now, is that a Cubs hat? Oh no, it has an H and an arrow on it. Wow, those playoffs where the Cubs blow it yet again should be interesting. Keep an eye out for Laura Ricketts.

5) Finally to my previous point about Keith Scott being dead because he's black. Period.

I bring you this from the white state of Oregon. A whole bunch of white guys carrying guns stood in front of the Oregon state capitol and burned an effigy of the Governor because she's a woman and obviously trying to take their guns away, but mostly because she's a woman.

Yes, carrying weapons into the state capitol, burning the Governor in effigy, and acting like a bunch of assholes. How many got shot?

Yep, you are correct. Zero.

Your honor, I rest my case.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Let Us All Kneel!


Ok lets do this yet again. Cops shoot unarmed black people. Nothing happens to them. Sean Hannity and the police unions then begin the defaming of the victim and clueless white folks are appalled. Not by the unjustified shooting of minorities but by the demonstrations and the inevitable looting by those pesky minorities. Remember how utterly appalled the whites were by that CVS burn down in Baltimore? For goodness sakes, where shall I get my prescription heroin?

Yet it goes on. Virtually every other day some guy gets whacked by a cop someplace in this nation, usually while doing something bad, yes, but on occasion doing nothing but sticking his hands in the air and trying to figure out why the 4 cops have their guns out, are forming a firing squad. and are going to execute him for the crime of being large,black, and having some chopper jockey high in the air hollering that he looks like a "bad dude".

The Indiana Fever, thats a WNBA team, yeah yeah I know because you havent heard of them, they are women, and they are women, that their protest is stupid. And the NFL players who kneel are slandering the military and pissing on the graves of men and women who died in the nations wars to protect the defense industry's profitsrights we all enjoy as Americans. And all those MLB players who kneel for the anthem, oh yeah, none of them do because baseball players are notoriously dumb.

Anyway, we shouldnt have to go thru this every fucking week trying to explain to suburban whites why this is happening. Maybe when Cody or Madison or little Trevor starts to get pulled over and exterminated by black cops who claim they were afraid, oh hell, thats never going to happen once Trump builds that wall.

Look we all know racism was non existent before 2009 when that foreign born socialist used Acorn to defraud America of a fair vote, but for chrissakes, walk in somebody else's shoes once in your bubble living life. This police behavior would not be tolerated if it were happening to white people. And some athletes, mostly college educated football and basketball players, have had enough. Shit, Ive had enough.

Now there are two types of voters who will determine our next President. There are these people and then there's the rest of us.

Unfortunately, the rest of us are not all that motivated. Yet. So to stop this bunch of deplorable whackjobs from making America white great again by electing a first rate con artist who has no intention of winning. we must get serious. Because if we don't, the reality show host will realize his greatest nightmare and we will get a moron like Mike Pence running the show.

Haha. I'm kidding. The grifter in charge isnt going to win. But for him to even get close is disastrous, and he is closer than I ever thought possible.

So fuck this guy. Seriously, put this asshole in his place. Let his fellow assholes have him. Stop saying you are going to vote for Aleppo Johnson or that creepy anti-vaxxer Doctor who draws every crazy person in town to her rallies in ballrooms and strip mall rent a rooms.

Just say you are voting for Hillary Clinton. Period.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

8 Days A Week!


Get to the theater in your town showing this movie fast. Because its great. Director Ron Howard, who has made some movies that I simply don't like and others I just accept as fine, has taken material that would be very hard to screw up, and made a masterpiece.

8 Days a Week follows the Beatles through the end of their touring years from 1962-1966 with footage you have never seen. And there isn't much talking. Oh yeah, you see Paul and you see Ringo talking about those years in recent footage, and you see John and George talking about those years in interviews done long ago. But it's the music that takes center stage and goddamm is it wonderful. You cannot help but smile as the youngsters from Liverpool play the songs we all know and love. You see new interviews with Elvis Costello and Whoopi Goldberg and a great interview with Sigourney Weaver who is shown at a Beatles show in 1964. Whoopi tells a great story of how she got to attend the 1965 Shea Stadium show. This is great stuff.

I cannot gush enough about this movie. The footage is fresh , well at least I have never seen it and I watch Beatles stuff all the time. You hear the screaming girls and see the wonderment on the faces of the Beatles on stages all over the world. What in the hell is going on here?

But it's the music that makes this film soar. And you get plenty of music. I was fascinated by the story John told of the song Help. It really was a cry for help. He couldnt handle the fame any longer. When I was younger so much younger than today. Wow.

After the movie flies by in no time flat theater goers get to see a remaster of the 1965 Shea Stadium show. 30 minutes of pure joy as it happened. And then it happened. I got tears in my eyes as John sang Help. He's gone. And so is George. Jesus Christ. Reality sets in after 2 and a half hours of smiling and tapping my foot.

But you have to see this. It's 150 minutes of remembering the greatest band ever. There's not a single shot of Trump or Hillary or anybody who would put a damper on your day.

And you get that Shea Stadium footage. It's like you are there.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Basket of Deplorables!


"You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump's supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables. Right? [Laughter/applause]. The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic — you name it. And unfortunately there are people like that. And he has lifted them up. He has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people, now have 11 million. He tweets and retweets offensive, hateful, mean-spirited rhetoric. Now some of those folks, they are irredeemable, but thankfully they are not America."

Basket of deplorables. The only two problems I have with that statement is she didnt make it 75% and the fact coughing Hillary, who is clearly dying, apologized to this bunch of creeps.

I have seen a lot of elections in my life. I dont remember the Goldwater year, but every one since then has paled in comparison to this one. A white supremacist con artist reality show host with as a past so shady he shouldnt be elected to a county weed board in upper Nebraska with 15 voters, has taken over a party of, well lets face it, deplorables.

Trump supporters, so blinded in fear, racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia and just plain craziness, have allowed this snake oil salesman to con them into a sense of desperation. A sense that their lives have been ruined by Mexicans, Muslims, blacks, Asians, gays, transgenders, white liberals. environmentalists, and the government. It's not your fault you haven't become a millionaire. It's their fault. Cuz we all know only white people work hard and the rest are slackers who rely on those hard working white folks tax money. Yeah! That's it.

Trump, the grifter who has taken a joke way too far, has taken these people into his grasp with this bullshit populism. From selling them a 49 cent goofy hat for $20, to insulting virtually every segment of the population not white and male, Trump has opened the vein of under a rock dwelling hatred like no other i have seen in my lifetime. These fucking people used to be ashamed of their Archie Bunker like stupidity and then it happened. Reagan. Making bigotry into "conservatism". Led by evil back room bigots with college degrees and the gift of gab, like Roger Ailes and Lee Atwater and heralded on free radio by Rush Limbaugh and his imitators reading the Heritage Foundation faxes every day, this hatred has been festering for years. Poppy Bush and Bob Dole and W and McCain and Romney took advantage of it but never ever legitimized it with words. Trump, a vulgar creep with no principles or values other than enriching himself and whacking his own ego, has tapped into it 100%.

Look, Trump is going to get crushed. If the Democrats had moved on and nominated a guy like O'Malley or Kaine or Newsom or even Bernie, this election would be another 1964, or 1984 for you Republicans. But Hillary, in all her power hungry narcissism, won fair and square, proving voters in both parties are somewhat unable to see beyond right fucking now.

The choice is clear. Hillary aint my fave. She's a Wall Street hack and a war monger not to mention probably terminally ill because she coughed. But she aint a flim flam man feeding his own ego by appealing to the bottom feeders of American society.

Fuck Donald Trump. And fuck his basket of deplorables who support him.

Stop apologizing to the rabble of losers, Hill. You actually LOSE votes apologizing. Go for the jugular with these boneheads. It's the only way to duplicate your hero in 1964. Barry Goldwater.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Phyllis Is Dead!


I dont know if there's an afterlife, heaven, hell or a happy hunting ground but I do know one thing. Somewhere my mother is screaming at whoever, "Either she goes, or I go!"