A “Parked” Witch’s Broom Can Also Sweep Up The Dirt

 

A nation’s leader must be ethical, of sound mind and smart. Although possessing multiple college degrees encompassing a vast spectrum of disciplines would be an ideal and immeasurable asset… in lieu of that… minimally… said leader must be intellectually curious, a quick study and possess an above average attention span… be someone who is ready, willing and able to rely heavily upon an “A-Team” of well-qualified, principled and sane advisors. At all times, this brain trust must be staffed by bold, bona fide, book and people smart folks… must never be shaking in their own boots, boneheaded bootlickers. If they’re nothing more than butt kissers, why even bother keeping them on the payroll, right?

Exploring this matter conversely… here’s what happens when a clueless leader, who has no one respectable to clue him in, cannot cope with and resolve a (figurative and literal) world’s worth of problems. In short, on nearly a daily basis, he winds up creating more problems than he’s solving.

Factoring in mental instability and… well… sorry to say… our global community gets to take a firsthand glimpse at a pathetic, little man who prioritizes stroking his own, massive ego over establishing and sustaining good governance that should benefit everyone equally. He’s a greedy, predatory, undignified, unprincipled, misogynistic, xenophobic, homophobic, whiny crybaby, who can be counted on for one AND ONLY ONE thing: To create chaos… to constantly throw Tweeting tantrums just so he can dominate each and every last damned news cycle… always get his name splattered in print and online… trumpeted out up and down the radio and TV “dials”. Does anyone not know who we’re talking about?

Here’s only a partial rundown of his DC meltdown.

  1. He’s been bullying North Korea and Iran in his feeble attempts to prevent them from going nuclear. Not even for a fleeting moment has he realized that taunting them can only confirm their worst fears that the U.S. is out to get them… that his aggressiveness can only serve to speed up their timetable for acquiring such WMD. What else can we conclude but they’re defending themselves against the newest rogue nation “on the block”… namely… regrettably… post Obama America.

Consequences: Expect global nuclear proliferation (Round 2) and… in the end… a strong probability that he will provoke World War III.

  1. He summarily rejects how Russian cyber attackers (whose intent has been to muck up free elections worldwide) are an ever-present danger to democracy. He likely turns a blind eye just because their meddling just happened to benefit him politically.

Consequences: To pooh-pooh the seriousness of this situation is akin to granting carte blanche to Russia (and God knows who else). This is an open invitation to meddle again and Again and AGAIN! It’s entirely possible that they have already won their no-shots-fired, virtual overthrow of America Amerika… and… in the end… they’ll wind up calling all the shots… and freedom will be the first fatality. Any dissenters out there will suffer a similar fate.

  1. Putin’s puerile puppet has been hobnobbing with Russian hobgoblins and hooligans… thoughtlessly divulging secret, sensitive intelligence… just to cockily (and childishly?) crow and strut around the oval barnyard? One has to wonder WTF other secrets this man-child has been carelessly trotting out during “show and tell” time? Perhaps the nuclear “football” and launch codes? And what about that Russian TV crew covering that Oval Office meeting? Hooking up the cables to all of that audio/video gear could’ve afforded the technicians the perfect smokescreen for cleverly, covertly planting “bugs” on said premises.

Consequences: From now on, intelligence-gathering personnel, spying on behalf of freedom loving nations, everywhere, are now fully aware that they’ve been outed. Consequently, they’ll NEVER, EVER again, share their findings with a foolish, showboating blabbermouth. In our post 9/11 world… for America to wind up out of the loop… in the end… will be akin to sending out engraved invitations to terrorists (each envelope embossed with the showboater’s own monogram). Let’s hope and pray nobody RSVPs!

  1. On the domestic scene, he plots to deregulate corporations, banks, Wall Street, etc. AND revamp the income tax code… also lusts to repeal Obamacare and replace it with an anemic, sickly health insurance plan for the masses. In other words, he’ll be skewing everything to show favoritism towards his best buds… the richest of the rich… while screwing over the middle class and impoverished folks.

Consequences: To rip off and abuse the poor, just for the sake of lavishing more loot upon those who already wallow in wealth, will… in the end… cause staggering levels of financial hardship. And, once his wicked plot tanks out the economy and society, guess who… once again… will be expected to bail out his pals… a.k.a. “the too big to fail”? Hard hit will be none other than the “too little to survive” beleaguered, average Jane and Joe taxpayers.

  1. He loathes the free press… each and every reporters’ tough questions. He goes totally Orwellian each and every time he lambastes truthful reportage… bogusly branding each journalist, who refuses to suck up to him, as the disseminator of “fake news”. Whenever he’s confronted with and confounded by tough questions, he’s so full of himself he’ll never admit, “I don’t know. Let me get back to you.” Instead he’ll pivot by flat out lying and/or serving up word salad rendered even more unintelligible from all that thick, gooey, gobbledygook salad dressing (Russian dressing?).

Consequences: Any nation devoid of a free press… in the end… will be doomed to take the fatal plunge to the very depths of despotism’s fetid cesspool.

  1. He becomes incensed whenever the press corps and politicians, alike, start to point out how he appears to be excessively whoring around with the Russians… and, in response, he then makes himself look even guiltier. It’s almost as if he’s constantly asking himself, “What’s the worst possible thing I could do to appear cozier with the Russians?” And he then goes out and does precisely that. True, “know thy enemy” is not intrinsically a bad idea, but if he gets any closer to Putin, he’ll have to marry the bastard. Additionally, now that legislators, merely doing their constitutional duty, have begun their investigations into the inner workings of his only months old admin… and are perhaps getting too close to the truth… he’s whining about it… categorizing this a “witch hunt”. Well… he needs to be mindful that a witch’s broom, once parked, can also be used for sweeping up the dirt.

Consequences: If, at any time, any of his inquisitors catch even the slightest whiff of impropriety, they must behave like bold patriots… not petty partisans… and if the severity of the transgressions warrant it… punishment must be inclusive of impeachment and removal from office. If these inquisitors fail to do their duty and, instead, wind up sweeping whatever dirt they find under the rug… in the end… it’d be akin to laying waste to the U.S. Constitution and spitting in our Founding Father’s faces.

 

Musical BlogCast ~ Just Going Through A Phase

 

A “leader”, who shall go nameless, has been going on a rampage from Day One… posing a major threat to humanity’s very survival. If not an outright, treasonous, political puppet or “just” pure evil, might we categorize him as a terrible two tyke experiencing a major meltdown… exhibiting a YUGE temper tantrum to our horrified, global community?

Would a spin-doctor’s diagnosis be, “Oh… he’s just going through a phase?”

If so… WTF would it take for “junior”, to stop blowing up and start growing up? A go stand in the corner time out would seem rather pointless docha think? After all… in his oval digs, there are no such architectural structures.

But… even in a rectangular setting that would still be a moot point. Very few of his running amuck, fellow political party, party animal enablers seem willing to trot out the inter-branch, governmental checks and balances. And if they cannot muster the maturity and courage to administer the necessary Constitutional tough love to discipline this tyrant… what’s left?

Well folks, how about a much needed (albeit temporary) musical diversion?

How about an unscheduled, mid-May BlogCast where I’ll be going through a phase? More to the point… phasing the music.

One of the really cool “tricks of the DJ trade” involves taking the two turntables, at hand, to the outer limits; especially if they have pitch controls, which does greatly facilitate such phasing.

But even if the available tech is not sufficiently fancy schmancy to allow the jock to slightly vary the speed… i.e., so one turntable plays infinitesimally faster than the customary 33 1/3 and 45 RPM… not all hope is lost.

Now, let’s say we’re dealing with the less sophisticated tech scenario. As is often the case, even when comparing the performances of two “identical” model numbered turntables, manufacturing tolerances (i.e., variances in speed) will handily come into play. That’s the key element! (Oh…btw… CD players are also subject to similar, unintended speed variables… ergo… this makes phasing compact discs possible, too).

What the DJ does is cue up two identical copies of a recorded song and then start up the slightly faster player a few “microseconds” AFTER the slower one. (S)he’ll then keep the faster player’s sound “off the air” while monitoring its progress with a pair of headphones… awaiting the ideal moment… that point just before it catches up with the slower one. At that juncture, (s)he’ll gradually increase the volume of the off-the-air turntable… mix that audio output into the over-the-air signal.

The sound waves between the two will then start to “duke it out” as they get closer and closer to synchronization… thereby producing those hippie, trippy, nearly otherworldly sound effects.

Seeing that I don’t have the ability to actually demonstrate this, I now present four recordings where no timing rigmarole is required…

That’s because similar audio wizardry was employed at the recording studio level to permanently incorporate these spacy effects into the master tape.

Of course in playing these tracks back, we’re bound to encounter some ads, which, regrettably, will disrupt our ability to directly segue this special music… but… after all… YouTube’s “paying the piper” is also a fact of life in the DJ trade.

 

Arbors ~ The Letter

Small Faces ~ Itchycoo Park

Bloomfield, Kooper & Stills ~ You Don’t Love Me

Doobie Brothers ~ Listen To The Music (Drum Cover by Sina)

 

If you liked what you heard today, click back for my June 1, 2017 BlogCast.

 

Not Under FBI Investigation? (99 Word Blog #085)

 

While it’d be ill-advised to ever deem credible claims uttered, written and Tweeted by #45… for discussion purposes ONLY… let’s say paragraph two, of the letter where he fired FBI Director James Comey, wasn’t a flat-out lie… namely… Comey had actually thrice assured #45 he wasn’t under investigation.

#45 fails to realize that ANY such “assurances” coming from ANY FBI agent at ANY time can ONLY mean one thing…

THE EXACT OPPOSITE IS TRUE!!!

A common cop tactic is to pretend to be his prime suspect’s pal… lull him into letting down his guard so he’ll further incriminate himself.

Liberal Limericks To Promote Liberty (Part 1)

 

In muck and mud a known tyrant does wallow,

Same can be said of his flunkies who follow,

Suck-ups eager to please,

Get down on both knees,

The huge question? Do they spit or swallow?

 

Tyrant’s enablers: flawed judges, lawmakers,

The alt right media shills and muckrakers,

They’ll spread lies, monger fear,

They’re all mucked up, that’s clear,

Towards robust liberty, they’re all ballbreakers.

 

A mucked up tyrant is so tough to stop,

He’ll lop off heads, those who try, chop! Chop!! CHOP!!!

Question his revolution?

And his quick fix “solution”?

Will be to P-D-Q axe the top cop!

 

Super-Patriot? Political Partisan? Pedantic Pedagogue?

During my sophomore year, my guidance counselor told me our high school’s college prep program required that I enroll in a public speaking course.

Wow… how pleasantly unexpected and win-win his revelation had been! I mean, finally, something mandatory, which could actually jibe with (maybe even enhance and advance) my fledgling aspirations of becoming a writer, radio announcer and DJ.

There was some icing on this curricular cake, too. The instructor (let’s refer to her as Ms. W) APPEARED to be cool… well… at least that was the “411” from my elder sibling, who had previously taken this same course from this same teacher.

Of course… as is oft true in life… APPEARANCES can be deceiving (more about that in a moment).

Traipsing back into the positive territory… my speaking, regularly, before a roomful of my classmates, wound up extracting this introvert from his shell, as it were. My boost in self-confidence was greatly aided by Ms. W allowing us some freedom to choose topics we felt passionate about while knocking off each of her assignments (e.g., staging formal debates, oral interpretation of literature, composing/presenting original poetry, delivering a eulogy, etc.).

It had been that last listed assignment where I had run into trouble… learned how uncool my teacher actually was.

My “mistake” had been to “eulogize” President Richard (Tricky Dicky) Nixon, even though my praise was thickly saturated with damning satire… in spite of the fact that, at that juncture, he was, most assuredly, physically alive.

My rationale for doing so? As a passionate pacifist, Nixon’s broken campaign promise to end the Vietnam War… indeed, his doing a total 180 to escalate his war rendered me deeply horrified. The accompanying upsurge in atrocities attributable to him forced me to deem him both morally and politically dead… a conscience barren, lying, warmongering political cadaver… a figurehead who was (figuratively) lying in state in the Oval Office.

On the morning I had delivered Nixon’s eulogy, as I got in my political digs, I had a tough time maintaining a straight face… the proper, somber presentation for the circumstances. And upon my conclusion, as I stepped out from behind the lectern, I found myself amidst the enthusiastic cheers and applause from my liberal compatriots. Unfortunately, this left lefty me oblivious to the ominous signs that not all who were present were in agreement… inclusive of our instructor.

Well, the sobering moment of truth had arrived. Not unlike what we commonly see during today’s primetime, TV talent show broadcasts, Ms. W presented her customary, in-classroom, for all to hear critique. Long blog short, she was totally uncool with my presentation. Her ice-cold appraisal followed where she patronizingly suggested that perhaps I didn’t know the definition of the word “eulogy”. She then went on to mention that since my other classmates would still be presenting their eulogies the following day, this would give me some time to prepare a proper tribute… and that it had better be for someone who had actually died. So, it all boiled down to this…

Either “correctly” complete Ms. W’s assignment or accept a C+ for my Nixon piece.

Well, I wasn’t inordinately concerned. Since my past performances throughout that semester had netted me much higher marks, I knew that one and only C+ was not going to significantly drag down my overall GPA. Ergo…

With nearly all eyes in this classroom now focused, intently, squarely upon me, I used my best public speaking skills to deadpan…

“I’ll accept that C+ because all that applause I got makes me feel as if I earned an A+!”

My not knuckling under to my teacher had netted me a second round of applause… just as the bell rang to end that day’s class session.

Later on, during that evening’s family dinner table chit chat, my politically liberal, Chemistry teacher father (employed at the very same high school, no less) was also hard-pressed in maintaining a straight face as he informed me that Ms. W had confronted him in the teacher’s lounge to vent her still unresolved outrage towards me.

Of course, I knew fully well that Dad was a professional, who’d never do anything to undermine a colleague’s authority. BUT… neither would he do anything to further punish me. How could he? He loathed Nixon as much as I did. Besides, nowhere amidst Ms. W’s complaints had she accused me of sassing off to her. So, Dad knew that, while standing my political ground, I had tempered my assertiveness with respectfulness.

Possible Psychological Profiles…

Even over the passage of four+ decades’ worth of time, I’ve yet to conclude, decisively, exactly what raw nerves my Nixon eulogy had struck. But I have narrowed it down to these theories.

  1. Ms. W might’ve been a super-patriot… one who wholeheartedly subscribed to that “My country right or wrong” dangerous, mindless nonsense. Just for the record, a true patriot always questions questionable leaders and their policies… to not do so promotes fascism and enables tyrants.
  2. She might’ve been a political partisan… an amoral, hawkish, war profiteering, no questions asked, archconservative… one who’d brand anyone who disagreed with her as an un-American, Commie pinko. Again, for the record, I am a true blue American. And since my country deludes itself into believing it’s a Christian nation, I ask, why the hell can’t the “devout” find it in their hearts to accept pacifists?
  3. She might’ve been a pedantic pedagogue, who the rockers, Pink Floyd, (nine years later) would lyrically classify as an uninspired / uninspiring teacher. More to the point, they did sing… “All in all you’re just another brick in the wall”. And once more, for the record, Ms. W apparently could not see beyond the literal meaning of the word, “eulogy” and that got her caught up in something akin to a head-on collision with, yet, another viable literary vehicle… namely… satire.

Lessons Learned…

  1. Whether or not Ms. W was aware of this, she had tried to squelch my imaginative (if not spot-on) premise that it is possible for someone to be morally and politically dead… and eulogize said person accordingly.
  2. She taught me that, as a liberal, I am viewed as a political leper (even more so in our troubled contemporary times). She served to condition me / desensitize me to the point where I don’t give a flying F that, perhaps up to 51% of my compatriots strongly disagree with me… if not outRight loathe me… if not outRight wish me dead.
  3. While I would’ve never expected any staunchly conservative, non-critically thinking, “my country right or wrong” teacher to ever agree with my anti-Nixon message, at the very least, she should’ve been able to check her blazing red political cloak at the classroom door… hang her red hued, hang-ups in the cloakroom long enough to reward this messenger for his creativity.

And need I even remind that I have history to vindicate me, too?

A scant four years after my mild run-in with Ms. W, Nixon, himself, eventually came to the realization that he was morally and politically dead. Hell, he even delivered his own eulogy… a.k.a. his nationally broadcasted, August 8, 1974 resignation speech. I vividly recall how, the very next day, at high noon, he performed his fancy footwork to tuck tail, cut and run and get out of Dodge/DC… to be rarely heard from again… and I’d wholeheartedly add… rightfully so!

Epilogue… I cannot help but wonder just how many of today’s flag wavers, conservative “thinkers” and “bricks in the wall” are continuing along the same lines as my above featured teacher. In a YUGE [sic] way, those engaged in such undertakings have, either unwittingly or otherwise, been doing their damnedest to bastardize the true meaning of patriotism, warp public opinion towards the far, Far, FAR right and stifle young, creative minds. If left unchecked, these formulaic, “teach to the test” “educators” will continue to breed an electorate filled with enablers of political vermin / viruses, who’ll infest / infect the body of our nation… this all leading to America’s premature death?

If that, indeed, were America’s dismal fate, I, for one, would never want to be around to deliver that eulogy!

 

Lessons From Kent State University

For anyone old enough to have lived through the turbulent 1960s and 70s, the Kent State massacre was one of American History’s darkest, most tragic, “where were you when” moments.

For me, that “when” was early evening on this very day, May 4, 1970. That’s when, as a 16-year-young high school sophomore, I first became aware of how 29 American soldiers (members of the Ohio National Guard) had fired off approximately 67 rounds in the short span of one minute (or less) to kill 4 American students and wound 9 others.

That death toll and casualty list had been the end result of a demonstration by Kent State University college students pissed off by President Richard M. Nixon’s escalation of the Vietnam War… i.e., his invasion of neighboring Cambodia. It was during their antiwar rally that things got ugly… protestors wound up setting fire to the campus’ ROTC building and repeatedly pegging rocks at the armed troops.

Basically, what we had here was the troops overreacting… using bullets to defend themselves against stones and assessing a higher value to that charred real estate than to their own compatriots’ precious lives.

It’d be hard not to conclude that the very presence of these troops had needlessly escalated an already overly tense situation. Even Nixon’s own President’s Commission on Campus Unrest concluded (and I concur MOST EMPHATICALLY)

“The indiscriminate firing of rifles into a crowd of students and the deaths that followed were unnecessary, unwarranted, and inexcusable.”

Students suspected of arson and assault could’ve later been arrested, charged, arraigned, tried and, if found guilty, been duly punished. In a situation such as this, troops are NEVER supposed to act in the roles of judges, juries and executioners!

Also worthy of mention is that both warring factions on this Kent State campus battlefield could’ve benefited immensely from the following wisdom.

William Shakespeare’s “Henry IV” character, Fallstaff, said…

“The better part of Valour, is Discretion; in the which better part, I haue saued my life” (oft paraphrased… “Discretion is the better part of valor.”)

Sun Tzu, author of “Art of War” opined along similar lines, thusly…

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting” and “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.”

The sagaciousness of some superb song composers also comes to mind…

Check out a couple of lyrical couplets…

From Stephen Stills’ “For What It’s Worth”

“There’s battle lines being drawn,

Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong.”

From John Lennon/Paul McCartney’s “Revolution”

“But when you talk about destruction…

Don’t you know that you can count me out.”

Were not all of the above wordsmiths emphasizing the need for orderly conduct by all parties involved in any dispute… were they not all on the same page as the U.S. Constitution’s 1st Amendment (note the qualifying word, “peaceably”)?

“Congress shall make no law… abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

Fast forwarding to our troubled present-day world… political and social unrest has only grown worse… especially since the installation of #45.

Now, more than ever, all protest movements must always be conducted peaceably. Nobody should ever give that Oval Office entity even the slightest excuse to overreact… to roll out the tanks… to order Americans troops to open fire on American citizens in a way that is equal to… or exceeds the actions taken by the Ohio National Guard in Kent State…

On this very day… May 4, 1970.

 

My 2 Cents’ Worth… Does Size Really Matter?

In matters of human anatomy, generalizing about size can be fraught with conundrums. After all… as any open-minded person would concur… it is far, Far, FAR too easy to jump to conclusions… especially when it comes down to the one, particular, peculiar, political organism in question.

Scientific study oft is the best way to corroborate or debunk theoretical postulates… but these days… especially since America’s most recent Inauguration Day… charges against science have been hastily and summarily trumped up.

Indeed, it would appear that the new executive (dis)order would DICTATE that we must all mindlessly fall in line with him to agree, “Science is bad” — NOTE: no punctuation here… please read onward for further explanation and instructions.

I leave this up to you… your three choices are…

“.” – “!” – “?”

If the majority of folks fail to insert the question mark, that’d mean too many of them are mindlessly marching in lockstep with the anti-science movement. And under those strict, undereducated, 6,000-year-old flat Earth at the center of the universe conditions, it’d be high time to hang up my white lab coat and leave my following theory hanging and dangling… i.e., untested / unchallenged.

That’d mean that wild(?) speculation would force us to conclude that re that particular, peculiar political entity…

Small handedness is directly proportional to a small mind.

That’s my two cents’ worth… two pennies for your thoughts?