The Loo Too? ~ 1 Quick Limerick #052


We have oft seen VainMan’s underlings gushing,
Sucking up to their boss without blushing,
Do they drop by the loo?
To applaud his poo, too?
Does VainMan even crave praise before flushing?



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Time to Get the “LED” Out!

I’m sure that many of you have frequently driven past the type of outdoor, LED signs oft found in front of public schools. What I’d like to know is who, if anyone, ever gets to actually read even one of the displayed messages in its entirety?

Even if motorists are obeying the posted, usually slower, school zone speed limits… oh say 35mph / 56.3kph… just how much info can one possibly assimilate while passing by? Not much… especially considering how it oft requires two to three sequential displays to completely convey one message. If timed out right, about all one could ever expect to totally read would be the time and/or temperature reports.

Even so, should anyone operating a vehicle even be attempting to read such messages in the first place? After all, Rule #1 is to always keep your eyes on the road. The only good news, here, is that… to my knowledge… my own hometown’s sign has not caused any distracted driver type car crashes… so far… so far…

So, might rubbernecker car passengers fare better in reading more? Not likely. The mph/kph issue would still be in play. Beyond that… if your town is anything like mine… most cars zipping on by are driver only. So…

What I’d still like to know is who, if anyone, ever gets to actually read even one of the displayed messages in its entirety?

In my locale, that’d likely amount to just three people… my two neighbors and I. That’s because we live right next door to the school in question. The irony, here, is that since none of us have any kiddies enrolled, these flashing school calendar / events specific messages are of little value to us.

The further irony, here, is how folks, who do have school age kids, are likely gathering all the info they need right off the school system’s website.

Adding further insult to injury is how the three of us do find this sign to be aesthetically offensive. There’s no escaping it’s flashing red, orange and green garish LED glare! Even our windows’ closed thick drapes get noticeably backlit.

Folks, this goes on and On and ON… 24/7… even now while school is out for the summer. This unwanted, undesirable radiance intrudes whenever I sit down to eat at my dining room table… whenever my neighbors attempt to chill out on their back porch.

While such marquee-like displays complement cityscapes dotted with movie theaters, nightclubs, saloons, tattoo parlors and pool halls, they do utterly clash with the last remaining vestiges of the small town, laid-back, pastoral atmosphere, which my neighbors and I had so enjoyed… i.e., prior to the advent of this excessively bright urban blight.

One must not ignore the environmental concerns in play, either. While LED technology is supposed to be more energy efficient… nonetheless… such signs burn up energy anyway. Factoring in how this sign, in actuality, is serving no purpose… that makes the wastefulness even more unforgivable.

Ditto that sentiment re the light pollution issue. As a amateur astronomer my options have become few… either move out west ISO the dark desert skies or dust off my scope and sell it to the highest bidder.

Or… maybe it’d be possible to educate the educator powers-that-be?

SIDEBAR: One would hope that our local school board is not made up of frittering away the budget, little boys playing with their worthless, little high tech toys. Not in an era where schoolteachers are forced into collective bargaining concessions and purchase (with their own money) school supplies for their students. Not when teachers’ benefits packages and retirement plans are being mercilessly slashed. Not when students have become the sitting ducks of gun nuts… when they’re getting packed into dilapidated classrooms like sardines and are facing down the humiliation of lunch shaming.

Even if this LED sign had been donated by some “philanthropist”, this lets neither the donor nor the donee off the hook. It is up to the superintendent to remind benefactors of the higher priorities… properly paying teachers and preserving their benefits… the urgent need for buying textbooks, computers, and (the aforementioned) supplies etc…. the pressing need to fund school meal programs for the needy… the need to pay the building and grounds maintenance bills, etc. If she or he offends any frivolous gift givers lugging around Santa sized bags full of worthless toys, too bad.

Of course, what’s done is done and what remains is the need to FIRST convince the school board muck-a-mucks to see the light… their garish sign’s light. NEXT, they’d need to get the lead out AND get the LED out… by pulling the plug on this sign… if not forever… at least from dusk till dawn?



A “Who Is He?” Riddle


• He staffs his revolving door, toxic workplace with the most uniquely unqualified, unprofessional, unsympathetic and unscrupulous people imaginable.

• He figures out the most outrageous, offensive and reprehensible things to say and do and then promptly sets forth to say and do them.

• He goes on rampages in the real world and on the www where he incessantly, incoherently and insanely rambles, rants and raves to poison any and all susceptible minds.

• He has spent his entire lifetime so convincingly telling whoppers that he has even deceived himself.

• He works / milks “the system” to engage in corrupt business transactions; thereby amassing obscene wealth at the expense of anyone foolish enough to ever trust him.

• He profiles, dehumanizes and offends anyone who doesn’t conform to his own upper crust, corrupt, wonder bread complected demographics.

• He crudely and shamelessly boasts / lies about his boudoir sexploits; thereby corrupting every overly impressionable male who’d ever be stupid enough to make him his role model.

• He is so closed-minded that nobody can teach him anything and, consequently, he goes through life knowing nothing of consequence.

• He is an embarrassment, not only to himself but to the entire human race.

• He would be doing society a tremendous favor if he’d just shut up and never show up at work again!

Who is he?



Mere Coincidence? Or Did Jon Batiste Read My Blog?


Yesterday, I posted a blog at 11:10 a.m. My topic: Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 / Funeral March. The “angle” I had chosen to explain my suddenly renewed interest in this Classical masterpiece tapped both into my DJ roots and deeply rooted, post Inauguration Day ‘17 blues, blahs and disgust.

I then blogged onward to mention how NPR’s All Things Considered reportage of All Things Trumpian has been depressing me… to the point where I found myself seated at and slumped over my piano last week… cradling my head in my crossed over forearms.

Ironically, it had taken an NPR aired, prattling, Donny Downer soundbite to snap me out of my funk. In a split second, I sat up, took notice and took back my life. How so?

I had limbered up my 10 fingers to play the first 11 notes of Chopin’s Funeral March. In essence, I had riffed a musical op-ed piece to refute and marginalize Donny Downer. After I played that soundbite / bitesized dirge, I actually found myself chuckling! But laughter? Why laughter I wondered?

To elaborate, I’ve paraphrased the following passage from yesterday’s post.

Subconsciously, I’d been channeling the schtick of my newest keyboard hero… Jon Batiste. For the benefit of my international readers, I’ll briefly mention that he’s frontman for Stay Human… Stephan Colbert’s Late Show house band. During many a show opening, Colbert monologue, Batiste’s keyboard comedic timing is just as flawless and funny as the wisecracking Colbert’s routine. The genius of both of these super-talents truly compliments one another. True, I’ve yet to hear Batiste play this Chopin riff… but it would not surprise me were he to… someday… do so.

Well… imagine my jaw dropping, “Oh Wow” surprise… and my LOL reaction… when that SOMEDAY turned out to be LAST NIGHT!

At approximately 11:38 p.m.… over 12 hours AFTER my 11:10 a.m. blog post time… there Colbert was… cracking a Marylin Monroe themed Trump joke… inspiring Mr. Batiste to ACTUALLY play that Chopin Funeral March riff! This musically enhanced joke starts around the 1:40 point of this clip.

So… are we talking pure coincidence or had Mr. Batiste read and been inspired my Chopin blog? Any of my “tags”… especially – Late Show – Stephen Colbert – Jon Batiste – Stay Human… could’ve made the merger of our two worlds more than mere happenstance.

OR maybe this event transcends the tags? True when it comes down to the existence of miracles, there are plenty of naysayers. While I am spiritually inclined, in this case, even I would tend go the Doubting Thomas / mere coincidence route. Yet, what would account for my waking up this a.m. with a lingering grin? Seeing how I’ve been suffering a bad case of the blahs and the blues… such a smile… in itself… is nothing short of miraculous.



Is anyone seeing red yet?


In theory… the nine judges of the Supreme Court Of The United States (SCOTUS) are supposed to be politically neutral… i.e., prior to donning their black robes, they should be checking their red, blue and purple “party hats” at the door.

In practice… nothing could be further from the truth. Prior to Anthony Kennedy’s retirement last week, he had been the one moderate judge seated alongside four lefties and four righties. For many years, he had been the tie breaker within that deep political divide… part of the “5” in a slew of 5 / 4 court decisions… the judge who, at times, sided with the righties.

Case in point is how Kennedy, once again last week, had donned his red “party hat” in the case of Janus v. AFSCME… helped his righty pals legislate from the bench… conspired with them to do the dirty work “on behalf” of the individual 22 state legislatures, which have yet to legislate their own labor union busting, “right to work”, flawed laws.

Of course, phraseology such as “right to work”, on the surface, does tend to conjure up images of mom, apple pie and something liberating and uniquely American Dreamish. BUT, in reality, this is nothing other than cleverly branded, spin-doctored, conservative hogwash. In practice, “right to work” “liberates” hardworking average Janes and Joes of their living wage jobs and, in the end, morphs their existences into the American Nightmare.

Getting into the nuts and bolts of “right to work”, such flawed laws forbid labor unions from collecting dues from any workers who don’t want to pay them… in spite of the fact that such scofflaws are still benefiting from union negotiated contracts, which secure pay raises and benefits for all workers. From that point forward… no strike that… from that step backward… sans strong financial backing, labor unions die. And along with them go average, everyday workers’ hopes to live the American Dream.

For any doubting Thomases, out there, this Thomas asks: What do you suppose an oinking CEO would do with the corporate mega-profits when there are no labor unions to contend with? When there’s no collective bargaining on behalf of the time clock punchers of our world? You can bet your bottom dollar that that fat cat would fatten his own, already fat wallet at the expense of those already struggling to make ends meet. Eventually… the middle class will plunge into poverty… the already impoverished class will descend into squalor.

I now ask, who did the Supreme Court help other than those wallowing in obscene wealth? How could such a ruling ever help make America great again?

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against people being successful in life. But, you won’t find me feeling charitable towards CEOs, who already wallow in immeasurable corporate/personal wealth, yet, flat-out refuse to pay living wages to their employees. Folks, that’s when I start seeing red… in more ways than one… and feel similarly each and every time the U.S. Supreme Court aids and abets corporate arrogance and greed. And I’d hope that I’m not alone in feeling this way.

The tragedy here: The LURID RED of the U.S. Supreme Court! Truth be told…

Today’s typical conservative mindset does not represent where most Americans’ heads are at… and thank God for that! Most of us cannot stomach righties’ insatiable greed, unquenchable thirst for power and perverse penchants for war, torture, assault weapons, domestic / sexual violence, misogyny, child abuse and all other forms of human suffering! So then, why is it that within our system of representative government, we cannot automatically expect to find a Supreme Court bench more sensitive to and representative of WE the decent people?

At the very least…

We should expect to find three moderate, three liberal and three conservative judges seated at that Supreme Court bench.

Wait a minute! I do seem to recall some blogger saying…

In theory… the nine judges of the Supreme Court Of The United States (SCOTUS) are supposed to be politically neutral… i.e., prior to donning their black robes, they should be checking their red, blue and purple “party hats” at the door.”

Hmmm… come to think of it… I was that blogger! Allow me, now, to briefly expand on that.

At the very most…

No President should ever appoint anyone to the Supreme Court who harbors hidden, wicked political agendas. The goal should be winding up with nine decent folks representative of a complete cross-section of America’s finest. When we hold up a mirror to them we should see a reflection of diversity! Be they able bodied or disabled… they must be representative of of all races, ethnicities, gender identities, age groups, classes and creeds (inclusive of agnostics and atheists)*. ONLY then can Americans ever expect respectable Supreme Court decisions… rulings that all can live with.

* As well as any other decent folks I may’ve unintentionally omitted here.

At the very extreme…

Long sigh… we now have little choice but to face down the cold, stark, harsh reality:

In filling the Anthony Kennedy vacancy, the “prez’s first… perhaps only… question to vet each wannabe will be…

Do you pledge 100 percent loyalty to me and to always rule in my favor… no matter what?

Whoever the “prez” handpicks will accomplish one and only one thing… namely… his successfully loading up the bench with yet another out of touch with decent America, rightwing, wingnut ideologue. His U.S. Extreme Court will never be representative of anyone other than Donald Trump and his icky ilk.



Is Anyone Hugging the Detainee Children?


As a compassionate man, I object to the abject cruelty of Donald Trump’s ham-handed, iron-fisted, zero tolerance immigration policy. His flawed “law” has resulted in multiple thousands of youngsters and infants getting snatched from their parents’ embracing arms.

After that, these youngsters are deemed “guilty” of their asylum seeking parents’ minor border crossing infractions… in essence… kids are being found “guilty” just for being alive!

These innocent political orphans… prisoners of Trump’s Border War… are getting dumped into internment camps, where their shed tears go unnoticed… where their mournful, “Mama and papa where are you?” pleas cannot possibly be answered. Or worse yet, when they do get a response, it’s not heartfelt consolation… it’s downright derision. Check out this translated from Spanish to English quote… words uttered by a detention center guard who had utterly failed to take the endless crying seriously…

“Well, we have an orchestra here. What’s missing is a conductor.”

All of that breaks my heart… the hearts of millions of sensitive souls all across America and the world. To assess the feelings within the alleged president’s alleged heart: What feelings? What heart?

With no end to this humanitarian crisis in sight, what’s to become of these detainee children? There’s far more to raising kids than merely serving them a steady diet of junk food and crappy TV programming. Are there any psychologists / social workers on hand to ease their separation anxiety? Are there any teachers to keep them mentally engaged? Who’s assuming the roles of nurturing, surrogate parents? Anyone? Who’s conversing with them? Reading them bedtime stories? Hugging them? Truthfully offering them hope for a better day?

Are these kids just languishing in their cages / cells… staring blankly at the dank, dingy gray, cinderblock walls through their welled up with tears eyes? Going for days, weeks, months on end without even the slightest chance for any normal, human interaction?

These young detainees must be nurtured. In the absence of that? Well, if they don’t die of loneliness first, what sort of adults are they to become?