Bolj ko mešaš sranje, bolj smrdi!

 

We’ll need to take it on blind faith that my above headline… translation courtesy of the www… is spot on. You see… throughout my formative years, within my multilingual family, Slovenian was frequently heard but rarely seen.

Of course, I cannot attest to who had coined that headlined wisdom, but… whenever the circumstances had warranted it… my own mother did mutter these very words. BTW, were it possible, you’d now hear me chuckling. You see… indelibly imprinted upon my synapses is the image of Mom’s sly grin when… for the very first time… she had provided me with her Slovenian to English translation.

My having taken Mom’s message to heart is what made me a better, wiser man.

So long as we’re on the subject of street smarts, I’m sure that most would concur that there’s a glaring worldwide shortage of better, wiser men… in particular… in leadership roles. To e.g. that…

We find the ego-maniacal, whining, bellowing, spoiled rotten, orange hued, mangy haired man-child play-acting that he’s the prez. In that capacity… (more likely) in that incapacity…  he’s been making a spectacle of himself by rampaging up and down the re-election campaign trail. Per usual… his dumb as a stump, screechy, stump speeches have a primary goal… namely… to further rabble rouse / radicalize his pathetic, xenophobic base… one bristling with Klansmen, Nazis, gun nuts and domestic terrorists. To that end… AMERICA’S END… he’s been serving up his typical smorgasbord of all you can eat, supersized portions of dripping with blood, raw, red meat racism… HIS xenophobic screed incessantly trotting out HIS DEPLORABLE UN-AMERICAN 1 – 2 PUNCH!

To e.g. that… he plots to…

1. Shut down the U.S. / Mexico border
2. Cut off U.S. financial aid to El Salvador, Guatemala and Honduras

In reality… the fake prez has nobody else to blame for more resolute, northbound asylum seekers than HIMSELF! Ironically, it’s his own hostile rhetoric which has attracted them. Their being painfully aware of the violence, oppression and squalor, which devastates their “lives” and of how…. minus U.S. monetary aid… that can only worsen… they’re merely attempting to enter America before their chances for success also worsen.

The unanswered question:

Can the fake prez even begin to grasp these most fundamental of human cause/effect responses?

If he cannot… he is imbecilic.
If he can… he is barbaric.

Either way, the unanswered follow-up questions:

1. How much further down the evolutionary ladder will the fake prez crawl?

2. Would he ever bark out “open fire” orders to his already deployed along the U.S. / Mexico border troops… command them to maim and murder innocent, asylum seeking mothers and fathers clutching their babies and toddlers?

The fake prez’s psychological profile already amply exposes his intolerance towards immigrants. To e.g. that…

1. His brutal policies have unforgivably traumatized babies, toddlers and youngsters by wresting them… screaming, wailing and sobbing… from their loving parents’ cradling / embracing arms.

2. His excessively militant patrols have inexcusably teargassed similar border crossing families.

This would now be as good a time as any to return to my blog headline… and translate it to English. You see… the fake prez is in desperate need of the same, sage advice I had learned from my mother…

Bolj ko mešaš sranje, bolj smrdi!

The more you stir up shit, the more it stinks!

And there is no better real life example of that stench than a deplorable so-called prez who provokes a potentially deadly border war for mere political gain… and to that end… needlessly inflicts separation anxiety upon youngsters… traumatic memories that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.

To be sure… come Election Day 2020… America will remain in deep shit if our electorate remains nose blind to that Oval Office stench… so much so… that they wind up re-electing that bonehead and/or barbarian.

 

 

 

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“They Come… They Come… To Build A Wall Between Us”

 

A little over three decades ago, Neil Finn, founder/frontman of the Australian band Crowded House and composer of their debut album’s track, Don’t Dream It’s Over, musically mesmerized his fans, worldwide, when he hooked us with his haunting, sadness tinged storyline, emotionally driven vocals and stripped down to the bare essentials instrumentation.

While creative sequencing of treble and bass clef notes, time and key signatures and instrumentation do play a significant role, a peerless singer/songwriter/musician, such as Finn, fully knows that a song’s even greater appeal stems from crafting cleverly worded, timely, timeless sentiments, which tap into universal human experiences.

Let’s let the music now speak for itself…

Originally I had planned to include my own interpretation of Finn’s lyrics1 but quickly nixed that notion. My rationale…

  1. You can read such essays elsewhere.
  2. Upon re-listening to this song with our present-day ears… WITHIN politically perilous and tempestuous times spanning our entire spinning out of control world… WITHOUT the benefit of functional, sane leadership to face down and correct these serious problems… a whole new meaning arises from this song, in particular, the chorus…

“They come, they come… To build a wall between us…”

I cannot speak for everyone, but each time these particular ten words play out, I can foresee “the end of the road”… the road, which humanity has been travelling upon for multiple millions of years. I cannot help but wonder, will our road, someday (soon) be blocked by WW-III’s billions of burnt beyond recognition, irradiated corpses and mega-tonnage of rubble?

I’ll now graciously yield my blogger’s podium to Pope Francis who I wish, with all my heart, would speak for everyone on this issue…

“A person who thinks only about building walls, wherever they may be – and not building bridges – is not Christian.”

To build upon the pontiff’s strong foundation…

  1. Are not ill-mannered, ill-informed, ill-advised, soulless world leaders, who so pointlessly, persistently dehumanize benevolent folks based solely on ethnicity, infirmity, religious beliefs and sexual orientation needlessly building a wall between us?
  2. Is it not the intent of the world’s malevolent entities… those who mindlessly terrorize, maim and slaughter (on behalf of their alleged god)… to divide and conquer us… i.e., by also building a wall between us?

The problem with walls is how they actually fail to insulate us from harm and, indeed, do harm when they isolate us. When everyone gets trapped on each side of the architecture, each side of the argument is doomed to remain unresolved… preserved thru perpetuity.

When viewed in this manner, just how would we then interpret Don’t Dream It’s Over?

I suppose that’s where the power of punctuation enters the picture. In this case, it all boils down to whether or not we opt to bisect Finn’s four worded song title (and recurring lyric) with a comma.

An optimist would eschew such punctuation… in effect saying…

”Please don’t ever dream that our dream for a civil, wall-free world is over.”

A pessimist would commit to that comma… in effect drastically changing the meaning to…

“Don’t dream, IT’S ALL OVER! Who needs stinkin’ bridges when we can get nasty and piss away billions of bucks to build that utterly useless, sky-high wall!”

Getting back on the musical track, conventional wisdom suggests that songsmith Neil Finn’s masterpiece should remain inviolate… YET… I cannot help but wonder… had he written Don’t Dream It’s Over, today… six months after the grotesque regime change within Washington DC… what verses would he have built around his chorus…

“They come, they come… To build a wall between us…”?

And would he even be realistic were he to reach the same conclusion he did back in 1986… when he had so resolutely proclaimed…

“We know that they won’t win!”

 

Latanya Lockett & Pablo West ~ Don’t Dream It’s Over (acoustic cover)

 

1Complete Lyrics:

 

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Composed by Neil Finn

 

 

There is freedom within

There is freedom without

Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup

There’s a battle ahead

Many battles are lost

But you’ll never see the end of the road

While you’re traveling with me

 

[CHORUS] Hey now, hey now

Don’t dream it’s over

Hey now, hey now

When the world comes in

They come, they come

To build a wall between us

We know that they won’t win

 

Now I’m towing my car

There’s a hole in the roof

My possessions are causing me suspicion

but there’s no proof

In the paper today

Tales of war and of waste

But you turn right over to the T.V. page

 

[CHORUS]

 

Now I’m walking again

To the beat of a drum

And I’m counting the steps

To the door of your heart

Only shadows ahead

Barely clearing the roof

Get to know the feeling of

Liberation and release

 

[CHORUS] Hey now, hey now

Don’t dream it’s over

Hey now, hey now

When the world comes in

They come, they come

To build a wall between us

We know that they won’t win

 

One Quick Limerick (#004)

 

Meet mean Ol’ Grumpy, who wants a tall wall,

War refugees, émigrés he’ll ban, stall,

He can’t embrace diverse cultures,

His “ICE-men” swoop down like vultures,

Statue of Liberty’s tears start to fall!

 

Old Cracked-Donald… E-I-E-I-Ewww! (Poem #1)

 

Old Cracked-Donald spews out hate, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

And on the stump, he’ll agitate, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

He hates hates Muslims, no big news,

Hates Hispanics, hates Ted Cruz-Cruz!

Old Cracked-Donald is irate, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald off the cuff, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

His anti-Muslim bluster’s rough, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

He goes ballistic and grows wild,

To ISIS is wild poster child-child!

Old Cracked-Donald, nuff’s enuff! E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald plans a wall, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

‘Tween Mexico and U.S.… TALL! E-I-E-I-Ewww!

There’d be one upside, to put forth,

Wall could keep old Don north-North-NORTH!

Old Cracked-Donald plans a wall, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald dotes Dave Duke, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

They’re two sick Klansmen to rebuke, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Duke lynches victims, hangs from gallows,

Burns cross crosses, roasts marshmallows!

Old Cracked-Donald makes us puke, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald tries to schmooze, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Asks, “What do you have to lose?” E-I-E-I-Ewww!

This albatross and preying vulture,

Paints bleak portrait of black culture!

Old Cracked-Donald tries to schmooze, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

 

Old Cracked-Donald feeds throng’s rage, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

His rowdy crowd’s, in need of cage, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

He’s circus master, of three ringer,

Runs his rallies, like Jer Springer!

Old Cracked-Donald feeds throng’s rage, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald he’s profane, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

His vulgar speeches are a bane, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Drops “F-bombs” here! “Mofo’s” there!

“Damns” “Hells”, “Sh-ts” he’ll cuss and swear-swear!

Old Cracked-Donald he’s profane, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald sexist pig, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Misogynist who exists big, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Cad Roger Ailes is Don’s best bud,

Oink oink porkers bathed in mud-mud!

Old Cracked-Donald sexist pig, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald full of bunk, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Right in public, touts his junk, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Hints he’s YUGE, hung like a steed,

That’s more skinny than we need-need!

Old Cracked-Donald full of bunk, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

 

Old Cracked-Donald, he’s hothead, E-I-E-I-Ewww!

Vote him in? We’ll wind up dead! E-I-E-I-Ewww!

He’d push the button with small hands,

Exchange the nukes with foreign lands-lands!

Old Cracked-Donald, we must dread, E-I-E-I-Ewww!