I won't link to it, but there's a new ad from the Trump campaign in which some badly doctored videos (literally look like they were shot from a video camera from the 1970's) purport to show that Joe Biden, who is a whopping three years older than Putin puppet Donald Trump, has dementia.
It seems to me, given Trump's inability to drink a glass of water with less than two hands, that if you need a sippy cup to get some water down your throat maybe questioning your opponents health isn't the best of strategies.
I mean, for fuck's sake, if that's the best you've got, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, Donnie.
News this weekend that Russian President Vladimir Putin was paying a bounty for the killing of American soldiers in Afghanistan and that Donald Trump has known since March and done nothing about it...well, just when you think the Trump Administration has sunk as low as it can go, you find out it hasn't. (Though his tweet this morning--since deleted--of one of his supporters shouting "White power!" at protesters certainly tried to sink it even lower.)
Trump spokespersons predictably tried to claim that Trump hadn't been briefed (yeah, right) apparently without deducing that if Trump actually hadn't been briefed it either means his staff is unparalleled in American history in its incompetence or that intelligence officials didn't trust either Trump or Pence with the information. Neither of which is much of a rallying point for the Trump campaign.
I hesitate to make predictions after the fiasco that was the 2016 Presidential Election, but at some point one has to wonder which beyond the pale straw it is that will finally break Trump's back. As an American, I'd like to think that standing idly by while a sworn enemy of the United States is paying for the murder of our troops would be the one. But it could just be that republicans are in so deep with Trump supporters that a serious ass whooping this fall is their only way out--or at least a way to reconfigure their party's ideals in light of Trump being the biggest republican loser in a generation
Regular readers (both of you) may remember that I wrote a short obituary for Eddie Money when he died last year. In it I promised that there would come a day when this week's tune would be featured...and voila! today is that day....
Edward Mahoney was born in New York City and after trying to become a policeman and failing, moved westward to the San Francisco Bay Area, changed his name to Eddie Money (his surname being a play on the fact that he never had any), and in 1974 began his music career in earnest. He released his debut album in 1977 (which is when I discovered him after seeing him perform on Saturday Night Live) and due to its success was able to carve out a musical career that lasted until his death in 2019. Money would go on to release 12 studio albums (eight of which would reach the Billboard 200), 4 EPs, three live albums, and six compilations. He would also release 27 singles, 24 of which would hit the charts, with the best topping out at #4. Money was nominated for a Grammy Award, wrote songs for four soundtracks, acted on both the silver screen and television, and is a proud member of the Long Island Hall of Fame. While Money never remotely reached greatness over the course of his 45 years performing, he most certainly had a nice string of success and was at least able to enjoy a taste of fame and fortune.
Fun Fact Money was at one time a trainee to become a New York City police officer (his grandfather, father, and brother were all policeman), but after a few months decided he didn't want to cut his hair and quit the program to play music. His Dad was so pissed he tore down a Jimi Hendrix picture from Money's bedroom wall....
"Baby Hold On" was released in 1978 on his first album, entitled, appropriately enough, Eddie Money. The single would reach #11 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was the most commercially successful of his career, eventually selling over two million copies (though it only peaked at #37 on the album charts).
While "Baby Hold On' doesn't make a lot of greatest songs of all-time lists, it's one of the first singles I remember really going crazy over, listening to the album again and again in my room just to hear it, and cranking the radio as high as it would go every time I heard it tooling around Kokomo, Indiana in my parents car. It's aged very well--it still sounds as good every time I hear it as it did when I was an awkward eighteen year old. Money gives easily the best performance of his career vocally, and the song is a smorgasbord of emaycee faves: jangly guitars, hand claps, pulsating bass, driving drums, a catchy chorus, and even an interlude of just vocals, bass, and drums. It's the kind of song that a young man just getting his feet wet in the mystery that is rock and roll would fall in love with...and still love enough to write a fanboy blog post about some forty odd years later.
Lyric Sheet: "Hey Baby/You know the future's lookin' brighter/Every morning when I get up/Don't be thinkin' 'bout what's not enough, now baby/Just be thinkin' 'bout what we got..."
Missouri Governor Mike Parson this week said he didn't feel any more responsible for all the coronavirus deaths in his state than he did about people who die in auto accidents, saying more or less that these things happen and it's just life. Guilt is for pantywaists.
Leaving aside the obvious question of just who in the hell Parson believes should take the appropriate actions when a state's citizens are in the midst of a pandemic, the sheer and utter callousness of his response is exceedingly bothersome. I mean shouldn't a public official, especially the leader of a state, show some kind of sympathy for the loss either of these entails? People in Missouri have lost parents, grandparents, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and lifelong friends to COVID-19. People in Missouri have lost children because some idiot chose to drive drunk. Shouldn't at the very least Parson acknowledge the tragedy in such losses? At least show some sadness for the pain encountered?
Apparently such shows of humanity aren't in the republican playbook...unless of course you're a Confederate traitor.
Then it's enough tragedy to merit a meaningless statue.
I understand why, during yesterday's hearings on corruption in William Barr's Department of Justice, people point out Louie Gohmert's pounding on a table trying to drown out the words of Donald Ayer. It's the epitome of Donald Trump's republican party--throwing a tantrum like some child going through the terrible twos because you don't like what's being said.
What I thought was worse, though, was republicans questioning (several times) why Aaron Zelinsky didn't appear in person (though it's perfectly legal for him to appear remotely). When Zelinsky noted that he wasn't appearing in person because he had a newborn son, and after consulting with medical professionals about the coronavirus he decided it was safer for his son if he not appear (newborns have yet to build up much of an immune system), not one republican showed a single shred of humanity. None of them said, "Thank you for clarifying that, sir--it makes perfect sense." None of them said, "Best to be safe--so how is the little guy?"
Here's a man doing what a good father should do--look after the health and well-being of his child--and instead of celebrating protecting a new life, republicans tried to score political points over an act in which there were no political points to be gained. Republicans do not give a shit about anyone--they truly only care about keeping themselves in political power.
They can stick that pro-life bullshit straight on up their asses.
Take a good look at that photo above--as Mitch McConnell twice today told Black Americans that he doesn't give any more of a shit about them than does his boss dumbfuck Donald Trump (Hawaii Senator Mazie Hirono nailed the republican police reform bill when she called it "half-assed") it's important to note that he hasn't just been on the wrong side of history of late, he's always been on the wrong side of history.
Anyone proud of a heritage that enslaved their fellow human beings...isn't a human being.
I've been following politics in America since 1976, and in all that time I cannot remember an administration that went out of its way to kill Americans. You would think it wouldn't be that hard to put Americans' health first, but in just the past week Mike Pence had an op-ed in The Washington Post which was riddled with falsehoods about the coronavirus and Donald Trump continues to downplay the severity of the pandemic. They are literally killing us.
Their lies and obfuscation would be the equivalent, if in the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks, George W. Bush had encouraged Islamic terrorists to board our commercial airline flights with dirty bombs.
Neither Trump nor Pence has any business leading this country.
Another 70's pop wonder for a child of the seventies....
King Harvest formed in 1970 in Ithaca, New York, migrated to Paris, France, broke up in 1972, and then reunited back here in the States when its band members realized they had a hit single on their hands. Its four founding members met at Cornell University and would remain with the band (with many additional players joining over the years) until King Harvest called it quits in 1976. The four members would reunite in 2012, and for the next three years (minus Doc Robinson who, sadly, passed away in December of 2012) released a new album each year. For its relatively short career, King Harvest has released ten studio LPs, (exactly one of which charted) and had 11 singles (two of which charted). King Harvest got a little love from The Beach Boys (Carl Wilson and Mike Love helped the band get signed to a record deal after their one hit song), played country and western in Scandinavia for a while, and have had their one hit single featured numerous times in films.
"Dancing in the Moonlight" was released in 1972, and after having achieved hit status was quickly put on an album of the same name. It would reach #13 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100, while the album peaked at #136 on the Billboard 200. It would also reach #5 on the Canadian charts (so many cool kids in Canada...).
Fun Fact: The song was written in 1969 by Sherman Kelly in response to his having been beaten up badly by a gang, as a peaceful celebration of the good he still perceived in the world. He recorded it with his band Boffalongo (there's a name for you), but had no commercial success. His brother Wells introduced it to his band mates in King Harvest who turned it into the only hit of their career.
I'd be the first to admit that the lyrics for "Dancing in the Moonlight" are a bit dated (no one uses "get it on" as a euphemism for sex anymore or says "out of sight" when something is really cool), and its sentiments may be even more so...but no matter. It wondrously captures an era I lived through, when it still seemed possible to solve the world's ills by simply dancing in the moonlight. The song is catchy from beginning to end, features a soulful vocal from Doc Robinson, and wonderful backing vocals from the rest of the band. It's a beautiful piece of pop nirvana, and if it seems a bit too rosy, to steal a line from Elvis Costello, what's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
Lyric Sheet: "We like our fun and we never fight/You can't dance and stay uptight/It's a supernatural delight..."
Thanks to DeSantis, Florida is a hot mess of coronavirus
Today, Florida Governor Ron DeSantis blamed the meteoric rise of coronavirus cases in his state on the influx of "overwhelmingly Hispanic" farm workers...because it couldn't possibly have had anything to do with not shutting his state down quick enough, then re-opening it too soon, and finally not requiring masks so his lips could be placed comfortably upon Donald Trump's ass. Note also that many of the migrant workers have actually already left Florida as they head north for the year's next crops.
The length to which republican politicians will go to avoid accountability has become endless. And disgustingly, all too often any more, they are all too happy to let their racist flag fly, blaming people of color for their incompetence.
For a party that preaches personal responsibility, they sure don't seem to much appreciate what those words mean when it comes to themselves.
Talk about your crocodile tears--today the White House posted a message in which Donald Trump and his wife acknowledged those celebrating Juneteenth...only to follow it up later in the day with vile and violent threats to any of those who might choose to protest his Maggot rally in Tulsa tomorrow in support of reforms in light of the George Floyd murder.
Can't have it both ways, Skippy--you can't kiss their ass in the morning and then stab them in the heart at night. Either you're with black Americans protesting police violence or you're not.
Sops to your racist base just won't cut it anymore.
I've seen a couple of other posts dealing with the bubble Trump supporters live in, and they all reminded me of some pundit from Fox News who in 2012, a week before the Presidential election, predicted Mitt Romney would win over 400 electoral votes. Hell, the goofy bastard even had Romney winning California!
I have no doubt that the race between Joe Biden and Donald Trump will tighten between now and November. I'm not naive enough to think that Trump can't win again. But these ideas of Trump winning in a landslide (right now it's statistically more possible that Biden wins in a landslide than it is that Trump wins) or that there are millions of Americans in some sort of silent majority who will arise out of nothingness and lead Trump to victory are beyond absurd. The plain truth is that a solid majority of Americans do not like Donald Trump and it's been that way since the day he set foot in the White House. God, gays, and guns may carry him to victory but it won't lead to any sea change.
The fact that 40% of Americans live in an alternate universe where being stupid will carry the day does not bode well for the future of this country.
Stupid is as stupid does is no way to run a nation.
Over the past week I've seen the above video posted a few times and I have to admit that it has pulled at my heartstrings a wee bit. But what gets me the most about it is that a cartoon Frankenstein (albeit a very cool cartoon Frankenstein) can get our humanity right, but that Donald Trump can't, and frankly doesn't come close, or even try for that matter.
I have no idea how much money a TV writer makes, but you'd think the salary and prestige of being the President's speechwriter would enable the Trump administration to hire someone to put word's into the orange shit gibbon's mouth that make him sound somewhat as compassionate as Herman Munster, and not like, well...Hitler. For Christ's sake, at least during an election year.
Of course, that's assuming that anyone in the White House actually gives a shit about ordinary Americans.
Which, come to think of it, if you aren't white and male probably isn't the case.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you
My first thought, upon hearing that Donald Trump was going to make a speech to America on race, was, "What if, by some miracle, he makes a great speech that goes down in American history like Lincoln's Gettysburg Address?" After about thirty seconds it dawned on me that this was the equivalent of me thinking, "You know, if I wake up tomorrow and can throw a baseball 100 mph I could be in the major leagues...." At the age of sixty-one, it's a good day if my first step out of bed only results in a modicum of pain for my entire body, let alone throwing an orb hard enough to break a brick.
Believe you me, the November elections cannot arrive soon enough. Not only to send Trump packing, but to give me hope that I can keep my sanity intact for the remainder of my days.
I can't even begin to remember the last time I devoted a Friday Night Jukebox to a country song--I'm sure there's been a handful of country rock tunes, but not a straight up bona fide country one. This week's song has an extra bonus: it's considered by some to be the greatest country song of all-time, and at the very least, will probably show up in every country top ten single of all-time list for all eternity.
George Jones certainly had his ups and downs throughout his long and storied career. Beginning in 1954, Jones would continue recording through 2005, and performing live right up until his death at the age of 81 in 2013. He had a severe drinking problem which left him virtually incapacitated by the late 70's (it included an inability to appear at his own concerts, which earned him the not so endearing nickname of "No Show Jones"), but managed to eventually conquer his alcoholism (more or less) and finish out his career as a legend. For his career, Jones released 87 studio albums, 3 live albums, 43 compilation records, and eight tribute LPs. He recorded over 900 songs, 150 of which would hit the country charts, 13 of them reaching #1. He was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 1992, was a Kennedy Honors recipient, won several Grammy Awards, and was voted #43 on Rolling Stone's list of the 100 Greatest Singers of All-Time. His legion of fans included stars from Frank Sinatra to Keith Richards to Elvis Costello (who had a hit in the U.K. with a cover of Jones' "A Good Year for the Roses").
Fun Fact: After Jones had recorded "He Stopped Loving Her Today." he told his producer, Billy Sherrill, "Nobody'll buy that morbid son of a bitch." After a few years, Jones would credit the song with revitalizing a career that most in the music industry had written off for dead because of his drinking problems.
"He Stopped Loving Her Today" was in released in 1980 on Jones' album I Am What I Am(the first album title, I believe, mentioned her on FNJ which is also a direct quote from famed cartoon character Popeye). The single would hit #1 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Country Chart, win a Grammy, and also was listed as song #275 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All-Time.
In the annals of popular music, there are many shiny, happy songs..."He Stopped Loving Her Today" is decidedly not one of them. It weaves the tale of a man who just cannot give up the love he has for the woman who would always remain the woman of his dreams until today, the day he died. While Jones initially considered the song morbid, I myself just find it a sad, sad tale of a man whose love will be forever unrequited. The song features some melancholy slide guitar, a little lonesome harmonica, and lush strings, all of which add to its luster. But it's Jones' vocals which make the song a classic, capturing all the pathos of the protagonist's broken heart, as if he himself were singing of the longing he's known since the day their relationship ended. I first heard "He Stopped Her Today" a few years after it was released, and it was one of those songs that I knew right then and there that I was listening to the sound of greatness. A master work by a master singer, a song for the ages.
Liner Notes: "You know she came to see him one last time/Oh, we all wondered if she would/And it kept running through my mind/This time he's over her for good..."
So...Donald Trump is going to have his first Maggot Rally next week, and to show his appreciation for his supporters coming to cheer for him, the Trump campaign is forcing all attendees to sign a waiver which says that neither the Trump campaign nor the venue will be held responsible for any COVID-19 illnesses or deaths resulting from their attendance.
If Trump treats the people who worship him like this, can you imagine how the mother fucker feels about the rest of us?
Well, another year has passed and this week we'll have our yearly installment of "It's My Birthday and I'll Feature an Album If I Want to...." This year I'll be fawning over the Replacements' seminal album Let It Be.
I've already wrote a post about the Replacements, and since these album posts tend to stretch out a ways, I'll skip the band history. The one note I'd like to make is what a surprise this album was--it had been released for twenty years before I finally got around to listening to it, and the fact that I'd make it the fifth album I'd write about for Friday Night Jukebox says volumes about how much the album means to me. Over the years the Replacements have become one of my all-time favorite bands, and it will always surprise me that they never got as big as REM or U2, a couple of bands who debuted around the same time. And it's a shame they aren't in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame--maybe some day they'll surprise me and put both the Replacements and the Spinners in the same year....
And away we go!
I Will Dare--As noted above, I've already written about this one. The best song on the album and quite likely the best song the Replacements ever did. Right up there with "Thunder Road" for all-time great album opening songs. A masterpiece. Favorite line: "Ain't lost yet, so I gotta be the winner/Cigarettes and fingernails, a lousy dinner..."
Favorite Thing--A nice slice of power punk, reminiscent of songs from their early days. No idea what the "favorite thing" is--a woman? rock music? something else? The ending lyric is ambiguous as well. No matter--not a great song but far from being a bad one, either. Favorite line: "Yeah, I think, I hear, I know/Rock don't give a shit, you know..."
We're Comin' Out--Like the previous song, harkens back to the band's punk roots. But also a harbinger of songs to come--the band slows it down before the last stanza and lets you know they're thinking big on this album. One of my early favorites from the album. Favorite line: "One more chance to get it all wrong/One more night to do it all wrong/One more warning..."
Tommy Gets His Tonsils Out--Not sure if a band member had a bad experience with a doctor or what, but in this time of a pandemic where health care providers are heroes this one makes the case that maybe there are a few who aren't quite as heroic as we'd like. At any rate, more power punk. Favorite line: "Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now..."
Androgynous--To say this song was light years ahead of its time would be an understatement. Featuring just a piano and Paul Westerberg's vocals, the song is an ode to a cross dressing man who falls in love with a cross dressing woman...and they live happily ever after. Westerberg also makes the case that someday people will laugh at those who laugh at the LGBTQ community. A stunning song for its time (1984). Favorite line: "And they love each other so/Androgynous/Closer than you know, love each other so/Androgynous..."
Black Diamond--A cover of a Kiss song, written by Paul Stanley. I've never heard the original, so I don't know how true it is to its source. A song with socioeconomic/political overtones, features impassioned vocals from Westerberg. A nice nod to past heroes. Favorite line: "Out on the street for a living/You know it is only begun/Regardless a street or a country/They got you under their thumb..."
Unsatisfied--The band slows it down a little for this one and Westerberg carries the song with a heartfelt and subtly understated vocal. There's a sense of despondence within the song, but at least for me, it's never a sense of hopelessness. One of the better songs on the album. Favorite line: "And it goes so slowly on/Everything I've ever wanted/Tell me what's wrong..."
Seen Your Video--My second favorite song on the album. Two and a half minutes of Bob Stinson showing off his guitar chops (plenty of fine jangly guitars in there, too), and then thirty seconds of Westerberg shouting a diatribe against MTV. Plenty have noted that as the years went on the band did its share of videos that appeared on MTV, but every now and again you just have to say, "Fuck 'em if they can't take the joke." Favorite (and only) line: "Seen your video/The phony rock and roll/We don't want to know..."
Gary's Got a Boner--When I originally saw this song title, I thought it might be one of those songs included for comic effect. It's anything but--if I had to guess it's about a sexual sadist (maybe serial killer?) who enjoys the violence much more than the sex. While it's actually quite well written (not a comment on rape, but a portrait of a rapist), the subject matter is a bit much for me. Not horrible, but not a favorite either. Favorite line: Nothing that deals with sexual violence could ever be a favorite of mine.
Sixteen Blue--And they follow that up with one of the most poignant songs ever written, a song about being sixteen and having urges that you don't understand, knowing what sex is without the slightest clue what it means, and telling folks you're fine when you're anything but. Westerberg's vocals capture precisely the angst of being old enough to know but too young to partake (or able to find a partner willing to learn with you). The band is definitely maturing with this one. Favorite line: "Your age is the hardest age/Everything drags and drags/You're looking funny/You ain't laughing are you?/Sixteen blue..."
Answering Machine--The Replacements close with another standout track, an ode to calling the one you love and getting an answering machine instead. Have a hunch this one is also a tale of a band being on the road, and the loneliness and of what is lost despite the playing of music for a living and the adoring crowds. A lovely way to close an album, and proof that the Replacements were a band to be reckoned with. Favorite line: "Big time's got its losers/Small town's got its vices/A handful of friends/One needs a match, one needs some ice..."
And that's it--enjoy 33 minutes of pure listening joy:
In the wake of Roger Goodell, Commissioner of the NFL, apologizing to players in lieu of Patrick Mahomes powerful video questioning the NFL on its policies toward protests against racism, Donald Trump decided to send a tweet Sunday night questioning whether or not the NFL would backtrack on its policy against kneeling. Considering that Trump's approval numbers are plummeting and he's losing badly to Joe Biden, this is little more than Trump trying to find anything that will help him with his racist base and prop up his numbers at least a little. He hopes that blaming the black folks for disrespecting the flag and our country will lead him to another victory come November.
Good luck with that--my guess is this fall we're going to see a whole hell of a lot more players than we did last time taking a knee. And that many of them will be among the most high profile players in the league. With approval for Black Lives Matter easily outdistancing Trump's approval for the job he's doing, it's hard to see that Trump's tweets this fall won't fall on mostly deaf ears and will only add fuel to the fire for those of us who would crawl over broken glass to send his ass back home this November.
Trump has a lot more in common with these folks than black Americans
This past weekend, Mercedes Schlapp, a senior adviser for the Trump campaign, tweeted approvingly (since deleted) a video of some racist redneck threatening those peacefully protesting the death of George Floyd with a chainsaw, during which he makes clear use of the "n" word.
It's a useful reminder for those black Americans who might be thinking of taking Donald Trump's word when he asks them what they have to lose by supporting him.
Doesn't he have an agent or a publicist to check his public statements?
If there is any good that can come out of Drew Brees and his exceedingly insensitive and untimely comments on players taking a knee for the National Anthem, it's that maybe we can finally put an end to the tired trope that players doing such are being disrespectful of the flag or our troops. Athletes taking a knee was never about the flag or our troops, and it was always about protesting police brutality.
Disrespecting the flag or our troops was never more than a right wing talking point so they could excuse police brutality and let their white privilege continue unabated.
As of today we are six months away from an election where we have a chance to take back America and once again set it on a path of righteousness for all Americans. But though the numbers look very promising for Joe Biden right now, rest assured that republicans will do everything they can to re-elect the orange shit gibbon in the White House, his complete lack of intelligence and morals be damned. Here's what we've faced just in the past week:
In an effort to make Donald Trump looks like less of an incompetent leader, states are deliberately under reporting both their cases of coronavirus and the deaths resulting from the strain (especially in the battlegrounds of Florida, Texas, and Georgia).
The Trump Administration is not offering up its mid-year assessment of the economic outlook for the rest of the year--most likely because they know we're in a free fall and they don't want to spook the markets again.
Donald Trump is actively making racially inflammatory proclamations because the only way he can win is to try and divide white Americans from people of color.
White supremacist groups are marching into cities across America and doing everything they can to make peaceful protesters look like looters and vandals.
It will get nothing but worse. But as we showed in 2008 and 2012, there are so many more of us who see America as the sum of its parts, and not the land of white privilege. The fight will be longer and harder than any of us could have ever imagined...but watching Donald Trump leave the White House after being thoroughly humiliated by Joe Biden and our down ballot candidates will make our victories all the more sweeter.
Ferguson, Missouri has been back in the news the last few days because of the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis resemblance to the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson in 2014 (at least insofar as they were two black men murdered by two white men because white men basically can). But Ferguson is in the news for a much better reason today: yesterday the city elected Ella Jones as its first ever black mayor.
The simplest and surest way to assure that black Americans have a seat at the table is to elect black Americans so they can be guaranteed to have a seat at the table. There is most assuredly a long way to go to achieve as many seats as will be necessary, but the results in Ferguson yesterday are an excellent start.
So...after a weekend in which Donald Trump hides in the dark in the White House Bunker from protesters carrying, um, water bottles, Trump gets a call from Vladimir Putin and decides to have a conference call with all fifty governors in which he tells them that said governors of all fifty states need to suddenly turn into Gen. George Patton and repel the peaceful protesters with the utmost force post haste.
Trump himself doesn't have the time, mind you, because old blood and guts needs to walk across the street from the White House and hold up a bible in front of a church that teaches its parishioners to be everything that Trump is not, to prove, I suppose, that he's too stupid to read because it turns out he's holding the bible upside fucking down for his photo op.
There will be history books written for generations trying to explain how Americans could have ever elected such a buffoon, whose incompetence literally knows no bounds.
I'm not really sure why the attached video of police in Louisville, Kentucky bothers me as much as it does--I mean, it's not as if I haven't seen a nine year old pepper sprayed or the White House tear gas peaceful protesters so Donald Trump could have a photo op over the past few days.
In the video, two white nationalists (I'm guessing) are seen (they're both gutless enough to wear masks, though not smart enough to hide their license plate) taking water and other liquids that have been set aside for protesters and either throwing it into the back of their pickup truck or just breaking it on the pavement. The part that kills me, though, is that as people begin to get closer to the two racist pieces of shit to take photos that call them out for their cowardice, the Louisville police rush over to cut them off so they cannot take photos. Note there was no one--absolutely no one--who was threatening these two men in any way (well, unless you count showing the two to be gutless cowards).
Two days ago I would have told you that Louisville was a nice city I visited once when my first wife and I were still dating, where we had a wonderful day and ate lunch at the best Mexican restaurant I've eaten at since my family left California. But today, and for the rest of my life, what will be embedded in my memory is the Louisville police abetting racism.
And I can guarantee you that neither me, nor anyone in my family, will ever visit that city again.
The average American gets paid just enough so he doesn't quit his job, and works just hard enough so he doesn't get fired.
"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross." Source unknown
Uncle emaycee Wants You For the Coming Class War! Enlist today....
Capitalism: Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you can exploit his labor, become filthy rich, and keep the poor bastard living paycheck to paycheck for the rest of his life.
