He cried “Its a witch hunt” He was that witch He rode on a broom Straight Into a ditch They call it Karma It’s always a bitch Those that do harm The witch in the ditch He did his undoing He pushed it to far He was run over By Karmas Death Car Chorus You best be wise Watch what you wish Or you’ll…
Grand County, Colorado A year ago we spent part of September in Denver, and then because we were driving through Boulder, Ft. Collins, Steamboat Springs and Grand Junction – that we would extend our vacation and drive all the way home – via Park City, Utah. We are very glad that we did. The only problem with Autumn in recent years has been all…
The irony of it all . . . . I’ve written two songs that cover “The Year This Week” – which started with Bradley Parscale getting busted and “allegedly” trying to commit suicide (I think he might have had a breakdown because the walls have closed in on him). This post is that song – “Death Star” . . . The second song will…
The Hypnotist My Grandfather brought most of his family to America in the 20’s. He had fought for the Germans in WWI and he and my Grandmother survived that and the 1918 Pandemic. Not long after arriving in the US, the Stock Market Crash of 1929 happened. My Aunt was brought over to America in the 30’s (back then the boys came over first,…
Canadian Thistles We all only live for so many years. Anything that scared us – like the current trashing of America and American politics or anything else in the news – won’t matter. So, will anything matter? Yes, but only what you did or who you meant something to who will carry a fragment of you – in their memory. Maybe you left some…
At The New Altar . . . Praise the Lard! Pass the ammo, The Heathengelicals are here Hark the herald heathens sing Hark the herald heathens sing For Putin puppeteer Christ Incorporated Liberty U Let shots of freedom ring Pool boy stud Falwell watching Falwell watching Swingers like to schwing! Hold the bible Upside down At St. Peters Church On his honor Do his…
The Squib! Lets take a dada-ist look at Donald Trumps goofy rug – I call it The Squib! That thing on Donald Trumps head Has a life of its own It wants to be cloned Neither man nor beast That yellow sewn on rug On that ugly orange mug That tuft will revolt Walk off from its job Leave that fat racist slob Chorus…
Don’t fly too high or too low . . . The last few posts, I found some truth amongst the horror we have experienced the past four years. I realize that this truly is all a game – a ruse – one that has cost the US – but one that won’t ruin us. I’ve never been a protester – or even a punk…
We continue to suffer for His sins As much as I try so hard to keep politics out of my blogs – my art has been in “Resistance Mode” for 3 1/2 years. My challenge – to myself – has been to try and take the lesson we learn from Monster Trump as a Future Warning – and then cast that lesson as either…
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Alas Poor Yorick, I knew Him Well While I don’t wish anyone bad tidings – some deserve the Karma that they have made themselves (in fact – that is the main reason one shouldn’t waste time hoping harm will come for others). “You’ve made your bed – now sleep in it” comes to mind. Shakespeare discussed life and death in Hamlet –…