Preface:
The Right-Wing’s line of crap
Says we all must be well-strapped
So fundamentalist fanatics
All carryin’ automatics
Loaded guns ‘n scripture
What’s wrong with this picture?
Fingers on the trigger
Hatin’ on the nigger
Who had the fucking nerve
To beat out Mitt and serve
Whose candidates espouse
Out the corner of their mouths
It’s all Obama’s mess
And these yahoos all go “YES!”
English: Glock 17, second generation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
And the bigoted hate-filled blather
Works them up into a lather:
(God, I have ta do somethin’…soon)
Yeah, it ain’t Wall Street that robs
It’s them Mexes take our jobs
All them brown-skinned sons of bitches
Pickin’ lettuce, diggin’ ditches
Keepin’ me from rightful riches
All the jobs that I could do
All that work that’s goin’ to
All them immigrants that take
All the money I could make
It’s a fucking lousy bitch
Man, I gotta scratch this itch
(Shit, this trigger finger itches!)
In the name of our Lord Jesus
Rid us of them all who squeeze us
‘Cause just like Trump and Cruz
And them people on Fox News
I know it’s all THEIR fault
And we better build that wall
‘Cause if we don’t were done
Immigrants is gonna run
Us white folk out of here
Fox is right that I should fear
Think I see my duty clear
(God, this finger REALLY itches!!)
And them others who’re so smart
Without Jesus in their heart
Who have never even heard
The true and righteous word
They’ve also caused our grief
With their lack of true belief
Gotta put these bastards down
They cannot push us around
Shall I be an instrument
Of the righteous heaven-sent
An avenging angel of
My lord and savior up above?
(God, Oh GOD! – My trigger finger won’t stop ITCHIN’!!!)
Is this is our great crusade?
All last night I prayed
And the answer loud and clear
Came thundering in my ear
“You know what you must do
For God and country you
Must cause some blood to spill
It is my word and will”
And so In God I trust
And will do what I must
(Oh God, yes Lord, it’s time!! IT’S TIME!!)
Lord, I will purify
In the name of Jesus I
Shall sanctify thy word
Yes, Lord thy will is heard
I will pick up my gun
And thy will shall be done
None shall escape thy wrath
In your name a bloody bath
I shall go forth and if I die
My sacred gun shall purify
(I do this in the name of Jesus Christ my Lord and Master)
It’s all their fault we do this
Their fault it’s all come to this
These others who just take
While I can’t get a break
These lib’rals who kill babies
These liberated ladies
Every nigger, Jew and gay
It’s time for them to pay
I do this as a Christian
On this, my holy mission
Yes, I am God’s true soldier
And His truth is in MY HOLSTER!
Amen.
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Barking In The Dark 
I was watching Trump and Palin on the gym tv, news tape rolling below, fortunately I had my headphones on with musical brainfood but you don’t need the sound on the tv. You can tell what’s going on by the pointing and the hollering’ and shots of audience cheering. It’s been weird watching the USA polarise during the last 12 months. Even though there have always been vocal extremes and anyone with enough money to buy a bigger soapbox is allowed to spout what they like – and that’s freedom of speech – Amen to that. (Careful now, almost turning into a hick there.) But more than ever there seems to be a lack of thinking before mouth is engaged, and even worse, it seems to be applauded. I know us Brits can be criticised for meddling and commenting on US politics but what the hell, it’s a smaller world than ever and what you guys do the rest of the world seems to follow sooner or later. After all, Congress can always throw a Helms-Burton at us.
We hold on to the belief that someone as whacky as Trump couldn’t make the White House, could he? We thought we hit the bottom with the Bush/Blair era. Anyway, I keep the faith.
Keep taking the piss, Tony. It seems voices of sanity are in short supply.
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Posted by Single Malt Monkey | January 20, 2016, 6:53 amAl…it’s just too wacky…i sat there last nite mouth agape at the dog and pony show put on by these two jokers. i shall keep on “taking the piss” and am in process of writing a poem re last nite. our citizenry between the coasts are appallingly stupid and driven by fear. a dangerous combination which, i seem to recall, mirrors Germany in the mid 30’s. very scary. thanx for the reasoned comment. continue…
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Posted by barkinginthedark | January 20, 2016, 2:10 pmIn the meanwhile back in 1966 Zappa is writting this:
Well I’m about to get sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friend
Is anybody’s guess
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ’round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
‘N all that phony stuff on sports
‘N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They’ll send some joker with a brownie
And you’ll see it all complete
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Hey, you know something people?
I’m not black
But there’s a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I’m not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin’
And the local people turnin’
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite ’em
And they say it served ’em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it’s the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin’ “You can’t understand me!”
‘N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don’t appeal to him
(No matter if it’s black or white)
Because he’s out for blood tonight
You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won’t be many live
To see it really end
‘Cause the fire in the street
Ain’t like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don’t you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now’s the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain’t no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn’t free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won’t amount to nothin’ more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor…
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Posted by transtime | January 19, 2016, 11:33 amone of my idols… and i played that LP – Mothers of Invention – to death and i can sing it as i read it. a true genius Zappa. FYI; i wrote “Don’t Nobody Move (This is a Heist) in the 60’s also. and got arrested in the big march in DC in ’63 thanx C. continue…
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Posted by barkinginthedark | January 19, 2016, 2:09 pm