Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Confounding Conundrum in Constructed Cabbage from the Ministry of Polemics

There's so much storming bugglewuggle in the missives carried by all the pigeons, it seems something terrible must be afoot.  The pigeons don't care since they will just fly somewhere else ... and, wherever they go, they will still shit on the newspapers people read while waiting for buses.

Gladiator Sessions trumpeted, "This is the Trump Era."

That's when my mates gathered around him and said, "Say, little man, let's see how the Trump Era does with rugby and do be forewarned that we eat our dead.  You're old and kind of skinny but there may be a few good bits left."


The legions rose at once to say
the others all tell lies

and if that's not true 
then let me die

but no-one said a thing
since they're already dead
and don't even know it


There's little coherence in any direction with all singing the same that I don't want a war so don't you make me make a war so ... kee-rist ... it's like a fucking Leslie Gore song and "It's My Party" spins over and over and over but now it spits out smart bombs and they kill people every damn place.

Ed:  we just need a new song then?

We desperately need a new song and absolutely not from Kate Smith with God bless America and her sick religious chants.

Ed:  we need Huey Newton

We need a new drug, a new song, a new system that works ... and a little bit of Mambo.

Ed:  don't make war, make Mambo?

Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right

- "Mambo No. 5" - Lou Vega

Can't resist ...



Electrobrilliant

I have shamelessly loved this song for years.  And, yah, I can dance to it.  Wanna see?

Ed:  NO!

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