Having Connection Problems? (Vid of the Day)

Our Vid of the Day features American pop rock band OneRepublic’s peformance of Connection… composed by Ryan Tedder, Brent Kutzle, Zach Skelton, Noel Zancanella and Jacob Kasher.

These songsmiths get to the heart of this Interwebs (real world, too?) connection problem by presenting the conundrum posed, especially, by the following pair of lyrical couplets

These days my waves get lost in the oceans
Seven billion swimmers, man I’m going through the motions

and

Tryna just connect, thinking maybe you could show me
If there’s so many people here, then why am I so lonely?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (True Believers)

 

The souls, who ardently seek parenthood; can see way beyond each day’s
dreary headlined news, are the personification of optimism; true believers
that love, eternal, is deeply rooted in our very DNA; that such good will be
triumphant over evil. They’ll boldly usher in the dawn of a brand new era,
where revitalized humanity finally, fully, lives up to its potential; soars, for-
evermore to, heretofore, only dreamt of enlightenment and magnificence!

 

 

 

 

 

Monumental Mental Illness? (Vid of the Day)

Daily Show host Trevor Noah, is to be commended for so cleverly letting this clip’s story report itself. Even so, the alarming, key issue it raises requires a frank discussion… followed by some prompt, official, orderly action. I mean, any rational person, who is earwitness to this content, is bound to wonder…

Just where, within any (more or less) English speaking sector of our vast multiverse, does any of Donald Trump’s stream of (un)consciousness make any sense at all?

Even the trio of glazed eyed, slack jawed, grinning doofuses (a.k.a. Fox & Friends’ sycophantic propagandists Steve Doocy, Ainsley Earhardt and Brian Kilmeade) seem to be even more befuddled than normal… if “normal” is even the operative word, here. Donny incessantly and angrily prattles over approximately one dozen of his friends’ repeated attempts to get his crazy train / train of thought back on the tracks.

Anyway, seeing how we are all still here, it’d appear that the boot-licking approach to psychotherapy may’ve distracted him for the time being. But… what the Hell would happen were he to suffer a monumental mental melt down when they’re off duty?

Left to his own devices (an estimated 4,018 nuclear devices) the fake prez / man-child / engineer could easily choo-choo 7.7 Billion Earthlings into an apocalyptic train wreck.

Referring back to our clip… i.e., Donny’s on the air, off the cuff aside… “I know, we can keep this going all day, right? It’s easy”… should serve as a mental note to his upper echelon underlings… oh… say… remind them that, for the sake of America’s…. indeed, the entire world’s survival… it’d be just as easy to promptly dust off the U.S. Constitution’s 25th Amendment Section 4, which states…

“Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President.”

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (tongue-in-cheek)

 

Ostensibly, when “The End” is near, all of our life experiences flash
before our eyes. Hmm, is this limited to a visuals only phenom? Let’s
look into the other possibilities. Does the musicologist’s life playback
close to the ears? Does the gastronome’s life waft beneath the nose?
Does the fine wine connoisseur’s life tantalize the tongue? Does the
love goddess and god’s life… uh, um… wink-wink… you get the idea!

 

 

 

 

 

He Was a Friend of Mine (Vid of the Day)

He Was a Friend of Mine, as performed by the Byrds in our Vid of the Day clip, is a traditional folk song… composer(s) unknown. The lyrics, adapted to the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, express heartfelt lamentations so universal… that so echo my own sentiments… I’m almost tempted to edit in some quotation marks on my blog’s headline.

Ever since this very day in 1963, when JFK had been slaughtered in Dealey Plaza (Dallas TX)… when that utterly pointless bloodshed had virtually spilled forth from my TV screen onto the living room carpet… I’ve considered that focal point in history akin to a chasm deep, societal and ideological dividing line… one that had starkly accentuated the death of decency and the onset of depravity.

My sorrow can only intensify whenever the 22nd falls on a Friday (as it did then and does now). As I type this, I can vividly recall and relive that impossible to forget, lost weekend, where time stood still. Back then, when my years were still measured in single digits, I had been forced to trade in my shiny, carefree, boyhood innocence for a way too soon, shabby, adult cynicism. By the time I had returned to my 4th grade, elementary school classroom, the following Tuesday morning, I knew America would never be the same, again.

Such a contention can easily be substantiated from running down the post JFK presidential roster, alone. With a scant two exceptions… namely James Earl Carter and Barack Obama… the American electorate, typically, has settled for personalities ranging from mediocrity to that above-mentioned (present-day) depravity.

Why oh why do so few heads of state find it so difficult to fully embrace the following heady philosophy…

“Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but
the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us ac-
cept our own responsibility for the future.” – – President John F. Kennedy

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Riddle)

 

He is an under-educated, underhanded, small handed, big mouthed, big
headed, head of state demagogue; a dirty dickering big biz control freak;
the boss from hell; the flipping off rules ruler who idolizes dictators; gets
off, big time, on military parades; feels rapture for torture / lust for nukes;
pardons war criminals; arms the criminally insane; assaults, insults and
objectifies womankind; abducts, abuses, cages crying infants & children;
yearns for the adulation from his toady base / applause from hired hands;
blesses his propaganda ministers; threatens to gag / jail journalists; sup-
presses free press; silences free speech; nixes voting rights. Who is he?

 

 

 

 

 

Liar Liar DeCeit Liars! (Vid of the Day)

Attn song parodists / videographers: With a judicious updating of the lyrical / visual content, Liar Liar could become the perfect tune for Washington DeCeit’s imperfect times.

From the oh btw dept: This song is especially dedicated to anyone who can be deemed a pathological liar, deceiver, fibber, fabricator, equivocator, perjurer. That duly noted…

Howdy WordPress visitors: Although it’s tough to track down a song that’ll cover each unique, ensuing, ideological crisis, thanks to Debbie Harry’s cover of the Castaways’ Liar Liar and her videographer’s incorporation of thuggish criminal visuals, the overall effect does tend to support what we suspect is going down within the bowels of the White House… a.k.a. DT’s smoke filled, War Room think tank… correction… within his think tank of non-thinkers

Now, as for what, exactly, these conspirators might be conniving, who the hell knows? Perhaps a plot (or two or three) that’d be tantamount to… worst case scenario… selling out America to a ruthless dictator (whose shortened first name rhymes with BAD)?

At the very least, such evil machinations could interfere with a blogger’s ability to expose the tru