Strange phenomena surrounding the rock group Big Green.
Week that was (5.0).
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It has been another one of those weeks, packed to the gills with
news, mostly bad. Of course, this is not a bug but merely a feature of
the times we live in, so I will make my usual lame effort at grappling
with a small subset of what has been assailing us over the past few days
in the final full week of the third year of Our Lord Trump, king of the
chimps.
Debate #7. Not at all sure I see the point of these
corporate exercises in superficial political sparring. The CNN
questioners were clearly excited to dig in to their “breaking news”
story about what Bernie said to Elizabeth a couple of years ago in a
private conversation. The moderator who queried Sanders on this when
straight to Warren with a question that assumed he was lying in his
response. I am disappointed in Warren, frankly, for perpetuating this
line of attack. It plays on the odious claim the Sanders and his
followers were misogynistic in their race against Clinton in 2016 –
something Clinton alumni cling to as one of the rationales for their
loss. This is toxic, and I don’t think it’s hyperbolic to suggest that
it could ultimately blow the election. WTF, people … time to put the
movement above your personal fortunes. Knock. it. off.
Impeachment. A historic week in terms of the
delivery of articles of impeachment to the Senate for only the third
time in American history, with respect to presidents, at least. It seems
like a forgone conclusion that Trump will walk away from this, but not
unscathed – impeachment without removal is a kind of accountability. If
there is history after this presidency, this action will be indelibly
recorded next to his grisly name. As for the trial, well … I expect a
relative circus as compared to the already ridiculous Clinton
impeachment. The G.O.P. has decayed considerably over the past 20 years,
such that there’s some question as to whether all of them will keep
their pants on for the entire proceeding. We shall see.
War lies. Bernie had it right Tuesday night: our two
biggest foreign policy disasters in recent decades were spawned by lies
– Vietnam and Iraq. Though with Vietnam, I’m pretty sure he’s talking
about the Gulf of Tonkin incident that never happened, with the U.S.S.
Maddox and Turner Joy. (There were a lot of lies that preceded that with
regard to Indochina.) Of course Trump is lying about Iran … that’s the
same as saying he’s speaking about Iran. We are in a similar
boat with Iran as we were with Iraq back in 2001-03; elements within the
the administration want to have a war for whatever reason, perhaps
ideological, perhaps mercantile, likely some mixture of both. It appears
that the general population is more against the idea than it was in the
case of Iraq 2003, and that that opposition is broad-based enough to
make Trump somewhat cautious. Ironic that this heightened tension is
taking place in the immediate wake of the release of the Afghan papers,
the DOD internal history of the Iraq conflict, and the big Intercept / NY Times scoop on the activities of Iran’s intelligence services in Iraq. (Of course, these were all one or two-day stories at best.)
Natural Disasters. Heartbreaking climate-fueled
fires in Australia, earthquakes in Puerto Rico, volcanic eruptions in
the Philippines. Jesus H. Christ, what next?
Well, anyway... why do we have to do the same thing every time? I mean, I know safety is important, but frankly we can't afford a spaceship at this point. Can't we just hitchhike to Neptune? Good god, man. Whatever happened to the spirit of adventure? We never used to be so risk averse. We used to bear to the left and take chances. Now look at us. (You can use a smoked glass lens, if you prefer.) We're worried about lack of gravity, lack of oxygen, exposure to radiation - what a bunch of wimps! The only one who's really not intimidated by any of this is the mansized tuber. (At least he hasn't said anything about it to me.) Fact is, we have to do these tours on the cheap, what with a recession on and all that. Money's tight, and our corporate label is even tighter. They don't even want to budget for us , let alone a ship to carry us in. Looks like we'll be relying on comped meals again. Ever try to get a free lunch on Uranus? Hah. Take it from me - it...
I know. I shouldn't have interrupted him with my petty complaints. He's a mad scientist, not a T.V. and stereo repair man. My bad, totally. Dude. Oh, yes... that's right. We are not the only ones reading this. Sorry out there in the blogosphere. Big Green is in the midst of a band meeting of sorts. No, we don't typically do these. Like most groups, we all live together in our funky (i.e. "groovy") musician bachelor pad, with the retro sixties modular furniture and gooseneck lamps of the type you might find in Darrin Stevens' house (assuming he actually had a house and not just a set that is, in essence, a house sawed in half). My point is.... um ... (yes... it was a house sawed in half, perhaps by some kind of witchcraft, or ... craft services....) Damn it! Okay, I'll stay on point. We're meeting about that thing, that bloodthirsty killer. No, not "The Thing", as in the sci-fi movie "The Thing". I mean the thing that Mitc...
Okay, what have you got? Mildred... Fitch . Mildred Fitch, 1429 Mulberry Lane, Aurolias, NJ. Got it. Who's next? Get... Get... Stuffed . Get Stuffed. And where does "Get" live? Up... my... HEY!! Oh, hi. Okay, good enough, how are you? Great, great. What are we doing? Funny you should ask. We're working on our mailing list. In fact, Marvin (my personal robot assistant) and I were just compiling names when you logged on. Frankly, it could use a little work. We haven't released a full-length album in almost nine years - that's NINE YEARS to those of you who are hard of hearing - and our list has kind of gone to seed in the interim. Truth be told, we sent out a little teaser message to the folks on our 2000 Years To Christmas list, and it bounced back so hard the sucker hit me square in the face. (I think it loosened a tooth or two, actually.) It's been a rough nine years on our constituency, friends, and a lot of them have moved on to bigger, greener pasture...
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