YELL, “No t(h)anks!” (Quick Limerick)


YELL, “No t(h)anks!”


In role of “Da Prez” Putz was NOT worth his salt
His race for term 2 must grind down to dead halt
If voters don’t yell. “NO THANKS!”
He’ll hoist up Hell! Roll out tanks!
To mash masses’ atoms into the asphalt!




Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!










Far More than a Singing Lesson (Vid of the Day)

YouTube’s Anne Reburn and her “clones” cover I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony). An earlier version of this Bill Backer / Billy Davis / Roger Cook / Roger Greenaway composition had been the soundtrack to an über-successful TV advertising campaign, which, circa 1971, had added more “fizz” to Coca Cola’s™ profits.

Tapping into that advertising blitz’s popularity, recording artists, such as the Hillside Singers and the New Seekers, covered a lyrically reworked version, which dropped all product references. And, from that point forward, “Sing” became an international radio hit.

Interestingly enough, it was during that very bygone era when my younger self’s brand loyalty had “somehow” shifted from Pepsi™ to Coke™… where my allegiance has remained ever since. [Note to Self: On this summery mid-afternoon, be sure to pop open a can and enjoy.]

Yet, there was… still is… far more in play. We’re speaking of the heady, lyrical, upbeat appeal for equality / inclusiveness / world unity. Such principles certainly exemplify my ideals.

Beyond that, “Sing” suggests that Madison Avenue’s impact is not always measured in mere dollars and cents. Indeed, headstrong capitalism, when tempered with a healthy dosage of altruism, hath the power to sell far more than commodities.

Hmm… re the above… might it be time to take this reality check, multiple choice test?

a. Have I been reading too damned much between the lyrical lines?
b. Has pandemic necessitated social isolating rendered me stir-crazy?
c. Is Ms. Pollyanna seated upon some branch of my family tree?
d. None of the above?

Whatever the answer(s), rest assured, both Ms. Reburn and I are well aware of how it’ll take far more than a feel-good three-minute song to cure societal ills (btw, I hope you stuck around to check out her post performance soliloquy / reality check).

To briefly put a more distinct face on those ills… too damned many of our compatriots, worldwide, have been facing down the dual, deadly, “I can’t breathe” issues… one precipitated by the pitiless, out of control coronavirus… the other by the out of control, brutal cops’ chokeholds and asphyxiating tear gas.

And be one fighting for her/his life in an ICU, fighting for freedom in the streets, or too damned scared to even consider exiting our sequestration bunkers, we’ve all been feel powerless to do one damned thing about it… and could never expect autocratic leaders to ever channel their power constructively.

And that’s F’ing depressing! And that’s not healthy!

So, if listening to I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing can cheer us up… even in some small way… even for a fleeting moment… what’d be the harm in that?


Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy…







Bygone Bullies Prepared Me For 2020

My younger self would’ve never believed it possible that, come 2020, I’d actually be able to put a positive spin on being bullied from the 4th grade thru the 9th grade (inclusive)… in other words, for 46% of my K-12 pubic schooling experience.

What I learned from being verbally / physically assaulted… even spat on… had actually given me some firsthand insight into discrimination and brutality issues. And my retreat from that ugly scene had even better prepared me for coping with a pandemic shut down world.

You see, my tormentors had unwittingly taught me what it feels like to be discriminated against. In turn, feeling sorry for myself had actually taught me how to feel empathy for similarly persecuted individuals. So, whenever / wherever I see oppression rearing its ugly head… well… my heart sinks and eyes tear up.

To put a face on wretched discriminatory conduct, we look no further than Donald J. Trump’s insensitive, in-your-face and online bullying… all for the express purpose of devaluing precious human beings based upon their ethnicity, religion, orientation, physical attributes and disabilities. And as if that weren’t bad enough, already, there are also his stunningly childish, vicious, ad hominem verbal attacks.

But let’s dig deeper into to the specifics of my days of yore M.O. to avoid bullies. To put it into pandemic parlance… this involved none other than social distancing / isolating. Other than my parents and only sibling, my only after school contacts with humanity had been listening to my transistor radio in my bedroom. The affable DJs and the recording artists they featured, during their broadcasts, had become akin to my surrogate friends.

By the time my rebellious teen years arrived, I opted to appear so radically different from my oppressors that I grew my hair long. Interestingly enough, my winding up in violation of my school’s stringent grooming protocols, left the assistant principal few options but to suspend me! And this was to punish me HOW? Anyway, in time, long hair styles became my lifelong preference. And that certainly doth work out well when a pandemic shuts down the barber shops.

Granted, about three years into the new millennium, I began entertaining the notion of seeking and experiencing the life I had never had… i.e. to make the most of whatever time I have left… but how doth one quickly kick lifelong, hermitlike habits, such as mine? Of course, the Trumpian Flu soon rendered that Q a moot point.

Ergo, I’ve now come to the realization that that life may never happen… mainly because the powers that be… drawing on the abundance of their density and rapacity… have opted to prematurely re-open our world. And… long sigh… the resurgence of COVID-19 is already underway.

Now, whether or not we’re ordered back into our bunkers, that’s where I’ll be. These days, I won’t even need to rely on radio DJs anymore.

You see, yearning for a career that would jibe with my reclusive lifestyle, I had chosen Communications Arts for my college major… i.e., in hopes the radio station studio might, someday, become my new hide out from a bully saturated world.

And, when that plan didn’t pan out, I set up a modest home studio… where in the months of corona sequestration, yet to come, I’ll be spinning my own LPs / CD’s for an audience of one… moi.


Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy…







Just Following Orders? (1 Quick Limerick #101)


An anti-American, treasonous cur,
Conspires to conquer protestors, astir,
If Trump’s intrigues, illegit,
Green lit a homeland nuke hit?
Would top brass respond with their “No” or “Yes sir!”?








Notre Dame Must Never Become Notre Dumb

Preface: Due to January ’20 circumstances, NOT beyond Donald J. Trump’s control, he allowed coronavirus to, eventually, cancel Graduation Day ceremonies spanning the high school and college campuses, nationwide. To fill that void, let’s view a clip featuring some bygone pomp and circumstance… even though it did briefly go oft-script.

We now time travel back to Notre Dame’s Graduation Day ’17, where we witness college prez and Trump suck-up… Father John I. Jenkins… in the undignified position of kissing the collective Trumpian butt… doing so, so fervently and frequently one wonders…

• How could he still enunciate his lines / present his flat out lies through puckered up lips?
• Why didn’t the smooching noises drown out his words?

To say the least…

The guest speaker who Jenkins was introducing… one Michael Richard Pence… does not live up to the “man of principle” claim he had made. Same could be said about the naïve priest/prez. Hell, anyone trotting out their always inappropriate mancrush, for one Donald John Trump, is suspect.

To say the most…

That Notre Dame’s entire graduating class of ‘17 had not walked out on that guest-of-dishonor paints an unflattering portrait of all who did remain to scarf down the VP’s “vittles”. Granted, I did not “stay” to listen to his entire speech, but, would it be out of character for Pence to serve up his all-you-can-eat, heaping helpings of tainted with pro-Trumpian rhetoric, steaming verbal diarrhea? Regardless of what went down, it’s pretty safe to say he was not addressing critical thinkers.

I’m confident that I speak on behalf of everyone, who still knows what the real America stands for, when I say…

• We’re proud of the approximately 100 young people who did walkout on Pence.

Seeing how three years later, Trump’s chokehold on / asphyxiation of America is now even inclusive of the ventilator dependent COVID-19 patients and how the fake prez’s abject neglect had allowed the coronavirus to go on a rampage… one which, nearly half a year later, has rendered Live-and-In-Person Graduation Day ceremonies throughout America medically inadvisable / impossible, one wonders how Pence would be received today… i.e., were it even safe for him to address Notre Dame’s Class of ’20?

But, to return to 2017, while the graduates, who did sit through Pense’s chat, do possess diplomas that’ll attest to their being book smart, when it comes down to their being street smart?

• Let’s classify them as ill-prepared to make our world a better place to live in.

• It’s highly unlikely anyone who, no questions asked, falls in line to follow-the-leader will ever be able to discover meaningful answers that’ll secure an egalitarian, peaceful, prosperous, joyous, healthy, clean green society for us… for posterity.

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!