A shitshow. A dumpster fire. A monkey throwing his own shit. A shit-stravaganza. A puke spewing volcano. An exploding cesspool.
These are just a handful of terms I heard used to describe Donald Trump's performance at the debate with future President Joe Biden last night. (Note: I didn't watch--I can't even read the mother fucker's tweets let alone actually watch Trump in person.)
Trump's performance was so fantastic that the Biden campaign set an hourly record for cash donations and accumulated $10 million in three hours, signed up almost 100,000 volunteers, and a voter campaign had 24,000 people register to vote.
I've been trying to not say this so as not to jinx the Biden campaign, but with barely more than a month to go before the election it's becoming increasingly hard to see how Donald Trump can win. The debates were his last chance to attract new voters which he desperately needs considering how far down he is and there is no way any of the suburban women he needs to woo looked at his performance last night and decided to vote for Trump. And how many undecided voters do you think after the debate thought, "Yes, a hate spewing raving lunatic who can't condemn white supremacists is just what America needs for the next four years!"
Trump may have thrilled his followers, but he also more than likely sealed his crushing defeat.
Donald Trump's campaign sent out an e-mail earlier this evening loudly proclaiming that Trump had won the first debate with Joe Biden.
Unfortunately for the Trump team, the debate has yet to take place.
Again, with all of the crises facing our country right now this may seem like a small matter, but once again it goes to show the utter incompetence of Donald Trump and his entire administration. Competent leaders do not make such mistakes.
Another week, another song featured because I first heard it on No Thanks! The 70's Punk Rebellion. I'm sure I've mentioned it a time or two (or ten) before, but I cannot stress enough how essential this album is--if you like your music with an alternative bent you've got to give it a listen or two (or ten)...
Unfortunately, every now and again here on Friday Night Jukebox I feature a band whose Wikipedia history is, shall we say, not all that entertaining. I'll take nothing away from Pere Ubu, though--they formed in 1975 in Cleveland, Ohio and lasted until 1982, at which time they took a five year hiatus before reforming in 1987 and they are still performing and touring to this day. And that's all without ever having a single or an album that so much as sniffed commercial success, let alone hitting any of the charts. Lead singer and keyboardist David Thomas is the only member to have lasted from beginning to end, though many others in the band (I counted 29 current and former members) have come and gone a few times. For their career, Pere Ubu has released 18 studio albums (the latest in 1979), 8 live albums, 3 compilations, and six (!) box sets. They've also released 19 singles and EPs. The band has collaborated with other artists and has had more side projects than I cared to count. Any way you slice it, the band has managed to make a living playing music for just about thirty years and that's a whole hell of a lot more entertaining than any job I've had.
"Final Solution" was released as a stand alone single in 1976, and was added to their 1985 compilation Terminal Tower. As noted above, neither single nor album came anywhere near the Billboard charts (though the single should have, goddamnit).
Though its title suggests it, "Final Solution" has nothing to do with the Jewish holocaust perpetrated by Nazi Germany during World War II--and instead is more of a reflection on teenage (or young adult) angst. What stands out most for me is how far ahead of its time this song was--it was recorded in 1975 and you have to remember that at that time The Clash, The Ramones, the Sex Pistols, or even the New York Dolls were all little more than blips (if that) on the music scene. The lyrics could have been written by any of the aforementioned bands (or frankly any punk band of the 70's) yet was written a couple years before punk exploded. The music is...well, let's just say the drums are a punch in the gut, the bass is an angry thump of contempt, and the guitars are a back of the hand to the face. Thomas' vocals are a bleak howl caught between a laugh and a kick in the ass. And the kicker? Turns out the "final solution" is...wait for it...rock and roll. How the hell can you beat that? An incredible song from an incredible era.
Lyric Sheet: "Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction/Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction/It seems like I'm a victim of natural selection/Or maybe just another slide in another direction..."
Turns out the folks at QAnon are right--pedophiles are taking over the American government. With Donald Trump's choice of Amy Coney Barrett, a radical religious zealot in a Catholic initiated cult, for the open Supreme Court seat in light of Ruth Bader Ginsburg's death, pedophiles--in the form of a woman who takes her marching orders from the Catholic Church--will be in positions of power in the United States.
From 1950 through 2018, over 20,000 credible cases of sexual abuse have been brought against Catholic priests and nuns, many of which went unreported for years to save the Church from multitudinous lawsuits.
It's one thing to be a member of the Catholic Church, but no one espousing that we all must follow the teachings of an organization that has done such a poor job of taking care of its children should be anywhere near any political position, let alone the Supreme Court.
Don't get me wrong--I think both Donald Trump's threats to undermine the election and his choice of a radical right wing nominee for the Supreme Court are going to hurt him electorally. But I think both pale in comparison to the damage he has done to Americans with his complete and utter mismanagement of the coronavirus pandemic, which will hurt his re-election chances a lot more.
And I think it wise that we not lose sight of that fact--believe me, no one is happier than the Trump campaign that we're talking about a Supreme Court nominee and Trump's threats about the election instead of 209,000+ dead Americans from his complete and utter incompetence.
The coronavirus pandemic is still affecting each and every Americans everyday lives 24/7. and as long as it does between now and November 3rd it is going to be the biggest issue that leads to Donald Trump's defeat.
Just when I thought COVID-19 was fading into the background thanks to coward republicans preparing for pushing through whatever hack Trump nominates for the Supreme Court, Donald Trump comes along and last night said that the coronavirus had affected "virtually nobody" on the same day that America passed 200,000 deaths from the pandemic in six months.
While the White House tried frantically today to say that nobody cares less more about the American people, I think we all know a lot better than that.
When Trump says it affects virtually nobody, he means it doesn't affect Donald Trump, because the only American he cares about is himself.
What do you most remember about Donald Trump's last State of the Union speech--anything Trump said or Nancy Pelosi tearing up his speech at the end? Pelosi, right?
I mention this because late last week Donald Trump finally got his fat ass around to checking out the massive fires in California and while there told Californians that the fires will go away because it will get cooler soon (just like warm weather kills the coronavirus, 200,000 dead Americans later), and when California's Secretary of Natural Resources said "I wish science agreed with you" idiot Trump responded, "Well, I don't think science knows actually." And it ended there, with Trump making his point and science left with its pecker in its hand.
What Crowfoot should have done was turned away and said loudly enough to be heard, "What an idiot."
It would have left the impression that science most certainly knows, and left Trump with nothing more than something to moronically tweet about for days.
I have no idea if the above is a Jamaican Proverb or not, but I just picked out this image because I figured the idea that it came from a bunch of black, ganja smoking, dreadlock wearing mother fuckers would piss republicans off even more than they already are....
Anyhoo, Donald Trump was gloating today and said of his upcoming Supreme Court candidate that "When you have the votes you can sort of do what you want..." and my first thought was how nice it was of Trump's staff to do the counting for him since trying to count to two to calculate the number of his over abundant ass cheeks would be beyond his I.Q.
My second thought was, "Not for long, mother fucker!"
I'm going to hazard a guess that most of the idiots marching against mask mandates consider themselves to be good christians.
I wonder if any of them have ever read Mark 12:31: "The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these."
As such--and I'm no biblical scholar but it seems pretty straightforward to me--it would seem that in lieu of 200,000 dead Americans from the coronavirus pandemic, you would be most happy to wear a mask to protect the lives of your fellow Americans as well as yourself.
Must be one of those proclamations from Jesus that was just said to own the libtards. Guess they'll find out in the afterlife!
With all that has happened this past week, I contemplated skipping this week's edition, but I figured what the hell, we could all use a break from politics, politics, politics--most of all myself.
My introduction to this week's song was in the 1978 movie The Deer Hunter. For those not familiar, there's a scene where the main characters are together in a friend's bar before their last hunting trip before leaving for Vietnam and the song comes on the jukebox and you get to witness Robert DeNiro, Christopher Walken, the late John Cazale, and John Savage (among others) singing their hearts out to this week's tune. It'a fun scene, though later in the movie you realize its poignancy as it's the last time they were whole.
Frankie Valli started singing in clubs around New Jersey in 1950 and had a couple of minor hits before becoming an original member of the Four Seasons in 1960. They would have their first hit in 1962, and plenty more would follow for Valli both as a member of the Four Seasons and in his solo career. Valli began his solo career in 1967, though he has sang on and off with the Four Seasons ever since (they last toured in 2017). For his career, Valli released 11 studio LPs on his own, and 21 albums with the Four Seasons. Valli released more singles than I cared to count, and had two #1's on his own and five more with the Four Seasons. The original members of the Four Seasons were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1990, and a Broadway musical, Jersey Boys, chronicled the lives of each member of the Four Seasons to much critical acclaim, including winning a Tony for Best Musical.
"Can't Take My Eyes Off You" was released in 1967 and was the second single from Valli's debut LP, entitled appropriately enough, Frankie Valli: Solo.It would end up reaching #2 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100, and over the years has become somewhat of an American standard, having been covered by numerous artists.
Oddly enough, "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" is the only song by either Frankie Valli or the Four Seasons that I really like (their other hits are perfectly suitable in the odd movie scene or on an oldies station--just not songs I want to listen to again and again). But really like it I do. Opening with some soft horns, the single segues into some romantic crooning from Valli before the horns reappear, this time building and building in force until Valli begins belting out "I love you baby!" The song basically repeats itself with Valli's vocals alternating between crooner and rocker right up until the end. It's got all kinds of emaycee faves--catchy chorus, heartfelt vocals, lines repeated a plenty, and somehow never tipping over from very cool into schmaltzy. It's another great single from a decade--the 1960's--that was filled with great singles,especially for a top 40 aficionado like me.
Lyric Sheet: "You're just too good to be true/Can't take my eyes off you/You'd be like heaven to touch/I want to hold you so much..."
Anyone who thinks, in light of Ruth Bader Ginsburg's passing, that republicans are going to honor their 2016 claim that Supreme Court Justices should not be confirmed during election years...I've got some magic seeds to sell you which if you plant them will sprout hundred dollar bills.
Democrats should make every effort to protest--scream at the top of their lungs, point out again and again what republicans did to Merrick Garland in 2016, use it as a cudgel against vulnerable republican Senators in the election (Tillis, Collins, McSally, Ernst, Graham, Gardner, Daines), and vote lock step against any nominee that Trump puts forward.
And then after republicans put their abject hypocrisy on display by confirming a Justice during an election year, should Joe Biden win and Democrats prevail in the Senate, Biden should announce the day after his inauguration that Americans have had it with republican bullshit and that he will be nominating four Justices to the Supreme Court. He'll be basking in the glow of his election honeymoon, we'll have spent months explaining just how corrupt republicans are, and we'll probably be close to half a million dead Americans from the coronavirus. Republicans will shit themselves, but the majority of Americans won't give a damn. They'll just want peace of mind.
As the saying goes, when they bring a knife, we bring a gun.
Usually during election season I spend a good chunk of my life yelling angrily at the TV screen because of all the complete bullshit in republican advertising. This year, though, it's hard to not find at least Donald Trump's ads beyond humorous. Tonight I came across one that touts Trump's leadership of the coronavirus pandemic and of our economy.
It might just be me, but 201,000 deaths from COVID-19 and an unemployment rate of 8.5% are proof positive that Donald Trump can't spell leadership, let alone provide it.
In the scheme of things it's rather small, but news that Donald Trump's campaign posted an online ad for supporting our troops last week that featured pictures of Russian soldiers and Russian fighter jets is just more proof that the Trump administration is the most incompetent in the history of the United States and has no business whatsoever leading America.
The first thought I had when I heard that an immigrant detention center in Georgia was sending female patients to a doctor who was performing involuntary hysterectomies on them was this: Josef Mengele, the Nazi doctor at Auschwitz who performed numerous medical experiments on Jewish prisoners and was also known as the Angel of Death.
One hates to turn into a conspiracy theorist along the lines of too many members of today's republican party, but between Qanon (which is just a fancy name for Nazi), the genocide that Donald Trump let occur on black and brown Americans in the form of the coronavirus, and the cult-like adulation of Donald Trump no matter how incompetent he is one is right to wonder about the future of the republican party.
Not its death, but rather its Hitleresque designs on any Americans who aren't white christians.
My introduction to this week's tune came courtesy of a one time employee of mine at Camelot Music. She had heard good things about Dwight Yoakam and asked if we could open his latest for our in store play list. Always open to a good new tune, I told her to give it a shot--the entire crew ended up loving the record and if I remember correctly I sold a copy to every employee I had working for me at that time. Funny thing, too--the young lady told me at one time that she hated Country music. Oh the things we'll learn when our minds get opened up a bit.
Dwight Yoakam has made a career out of playing music the way he wanted to play it--and while he hasn't always been the most popular music artist among music industry insiders, he's certainly had one hell of a career. Yoakam left Columbus, Ohio in 1977 for Nashville, and when he found out Nashville wasn't interested in his honky tonk music, he set his sights on Los Angeles. Once there, Yoakam got his start by opening for punk bands. Eventually his style caught on in a big way, and the rest, as they say, is history. For his career, Yoakam has released 17 studio albums (his first three all went to #1 on the Billboard Country Album chart), nine compilations, and two live albums. He's also released 49 singles, with two of those hitting the top of the chart. Yoakam is also quite the Renaissance man, having appeared in 22 movies and 14 television shows. He's also played with more musicians than a human being ought to be allowed, won two Grammy Awards (among 16 nominations), and has his own line of food called Bakersfield Biscuits.
Fun Fact: This probably isn't of much interest to anyone outside of my family, but Dwight Yoakam's mother and my mother shared the same name: Ruth Ann. Yet more fascination from Friday Night Jukebox....
"Streets of Bakersfield" was released as a single in 1988 from Yoakam's marvelously titled LP, Buenas Noches from a Lonely Room.Both the single and the album would hit #1 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard charts. The song was originally released as a single in 1973 by Buck Owens (who duets with Yoakam on the version featured this week), but it wasn't much of a hit.
"Streets of Bakersfield" tells the story of Homer Joy, the song's writer, who, after being invited to Bakersfield to write some songs for Buck Owens' new album agreed to do such only if he was given some time to record his own material. Once he got there, though, he got the brush off from Owens' management, and the song chronicles his walking the streets of Bakersfield and being pissed off over being screwed out of his studio time. Yoakam and Owens do a wonderful job vocally of capturing Joy's frustration, and Yoakam, ever the creative musician, turns the song into a Tex-Mex masterpiece. There's some dynamic guitar picking from Yoakam, and a nice turn on an instrument that never gets used enough, the accordion. In the end, "Streets of Bakersfield" showcases the best of old Country and the best of new Country--and takes its place among the greatest Country songs ever.
Lyric Sheet: "I came here looking for something/I couldn't find anywhere else/Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody/I just want a chance to be myself..."
This will seem tame compared to the 78 days after the election
The single scariest blog post I've read this week is this one, wherein the author posits that win or lose, for Donald Trump the pandemic will end on November 4th. What's frightening is that he's absolutely right--Trump is only doing the minimum now to curb the coronavirus because he has an election coming up in six weeks. After that he will have absolutely no reason to counter the virus, one which he already views as little more than a nuisance.
Want losing candidate precedence? In the aftermath of Hoover's crushing defeat at the hands of FDR in 1932, Hoover attempted to extort Roosevelt, telling him that unless FDR dropped plans for the New Deal Hoover would not lift a finger to help Americans in the depths of the Great Depression. Roosevelt refused, and Hoover kept his word (good to know that Trump isn't the only psychopath to set foot in the White House). It ended up becoming such a disaster for Americans that Congress changed the inauguration date from March 4th to its current January 21st to prevent future Presidents from having as much time to leave such carnage in their wake.
And after a win...let's just not fucking go there.
Either way, the potential for colossal damage to America is enough to keep me pacing the floor at three in the morning....
In his never ending quest to find a weakness to question Joe Biden's ability to be President, Donald Trump's pea-sized brain has hit upon PED's--that Biden must have been using a stimulant to increase his acuity in the Democratic debates after his poor early showings. Once again we have Trump questioning Biden's mental abilities when Trump himself...
Had extreme difficulty walking down a low grade ramp
Has at times been unable to drink a glass of water with less than two hands
Possibly had a mini stroke last year
Has been rumored to snort aderall
Had his son and his girlfriend deliver a pair of cocaine fueled rants at the republican convention to literally millions of Americans
I know I've said it a time or two before, but you just cannot make this stuff up.
Republicans are looking at three potential roadblocks in the next six weeks, any of which could be the size of Mount Everest, in front of their electoral chances come November. To wit:
The economic recovery is far from being complete. The jobs numbers for August were helped immensely by Census hiring--all of which will be disappearing at the end of September. Private sector jobs since the start of the pandemic have only grown .9%. The loss of the $600 stipend for the unemployed is going to cut into consumer spending...which is already down due to folks judging that getting the coronavirus isn't worth buying a set of bath towels. Mediocre or bad jobs results the first week of October or November, or another dip in consumer spending would all but doom them on November 3rd.
Remember how approximately six weeks after Memorial Day coronavirus cases and deaths began spiking because people weren't cautious with masks and social distancing? And how it happened again after the Fourth of July? Well, Americans were idiots again over the Labor Day weekend, so about two weeks before the election chances are we're going to see another jump in COVID-19 cases and deaths. Considering the pandemic is Americans' number one issue this election, another spike will not be good news for republicans.
Does anyone really believe that a man who has shown again and again that he's dumb, doesn't prepare or study, can't stay on message, and has the attention span of a three year old is going to nail the upcoming Presidential debates? Yeah, me either. It's hard to imagine piss poor debate performances will cut into Biden's already substantial leads in key battleground states.
After 2016 I wouldn't begin to predict how political races will turn out this November, but it's not hard to see that republicans chances are a lot closer to doomed than they are to victory.
While there is much hand wringing over Donald Trump's failure to say if he will concede or not on election day (I think the recent stories showing Trump trailing Biden among the military and the articles which chronicled his disrespect for the troops are meant to counter this--if Trump doesn't have the military a few morons with a militia and some concrete barricades aren't going to stop the U.S. Armed Forces) and remain in the White House, I really think it's going to come down to Florida. If Biden wins Florida, more than likely he's carried all of Hillary Clinton's states, won back the blue wall, and will probably carry Arizona and North Carolina as well--which turns it into a Biden rout and a broken peg leg for Donald Trump to stand on in claiming the election was rigged.
It's good that we learned our lessons from the Bush/Gore election in 2000 and are preparing an army of volunteers to march against republicans should Trump contest the election, but the best way to stop it is to stomp Donald Trump in the electoral college.
A third of Americans might be living in La La Land, but it's going to be awfully hard to convince the other two-thirds of Americans that Donald Trump getting the snot knocked out of him both in the electoral college and the popular vote is somehow proof that Donald Trump won.
And a landslide will reinforced by winning Florida.
...he certainly wouldn't be one of the assholes in the video above.
The gentlemen seen, Trump supporters all, are also another reminder of the many, many reasons I don't believe in God. For if there was one, he'd surely stricken all three of these prices with a nice case of COVID-19 just to a) show them how truly fake the coronavirus was, b) test how really ready they are to twinkle toe their way to heaven over a virus that could have been stopped with a fucking face mask, and c) show them how truly hard it is to hear people when you're dead and buried six feet under the ground.
He'd also see to it that after they recovered each one of them would have "I'm Stupid" tattooed on their foreheads.
At a rally yesterday, Donald Trump once again questioned Kamala Harris' competency for the Presidency, mostly because he's still pissed that she made Rapey McBeerlover cry at his Supreme Court nomination hearing.
If it's racism and sexism, it must be just another republican political event.
You know what keeps me up at night? The fact that despite 195,000 dead Americans from COVID-19, the economy crashing because of Donald Trump's epic mishandling of the pandemic, serious questions about what Vladimir Putin and Russia are holding over Trump, Trump's appeals to white nationalists, and his disgusting disrespect for our troops (among so, so many others) that there are still enough people supporting Donald Trump that we're still worrying about the outcome of this election instead of counting the days until Trump is out of office. Trumps' guidance of this country has been so disastrous that the election should be like Roosevelt over Hoover in 1932--a total rout.
And it really makes one wonder how well this bodes for the future of America.
As regular readers (both of you) may recall, I've noted a time or two here on Friday Night Jukebox that sometimes songs are just fun--and this week's tune certainly fits that bill. What make it extraordinary, though, is that it's a peek inside what fame is like...but with a rather humorous--and humble--take on it.
For a man with his career resume, Joe Walsh's life work surprisingly comes across mostly as workmanlike--which for an artist who had a minor hit with a song called "Ordinary Average Guy" (and it was autobiographical to boot) is probably perfect. Walsh is obviously best known for being in the Eagles since 1975, but had several hits with the James Gang prior to joining and has had a few solo hits since becoming an Eagle. He is widely regarded as one of the best guitarists to ever pick up an ax, and in 1998 was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with his fellow Eagles. For his solo career, Walsh has released 10 studio albums (four of which hit the top twenty, with one of those hitting #8), one live album, and five compilations. He's also released 21 singles, four of which have hit the top forty. Like many a rock star before him, Walsh has had substance abuse issues, but cleaned up in 1993 and has been an advocate for clean living ever since. Sadly, Walsh lost his three year old daughter Emma in an auto accident in 1974.
Fun Fact: For those of you who, like myself, at one point in your life had a crush on Stevie Nicks, she has noted that Walsh was the one true love she ever had (so if you, too, can become a drug addled rock guitarist, you might have a chance to date Ms. Nicks). Unfortunately, their addictions to cocaine drove them apart as Walsh feared they'd both die if he didn't make a break from Fleetwood Mac's reigning queen.
"Life's Been Good" was released as a single in 1978 from Walsh's wonderfully titled LP But Seriously, Folks....It would become the highest charting single of his career, reaching #12 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was his highest charting solo studio LP, peaking at #8 on the Billboard 200.
Backed by a reggae like groove, "Life's Been Good" offers up a series of vignettes that playfully paint a picture of "fortune and fame." Walsh has noted that all of the stories offered up were true (e.g., he did own a Maserati and he literally lost his license so he couldn't drive) which serves to humanize not only Walsh but also the reluctant rock star. The full length version (a four minute radio friendly version became the hit single) features some fine instrumentation and lets Walsh showcase his guitar chops a bit. Walsh has a self-deprecating wit (my favorite kind of wit), but isn't afraid to let us know that (as one might guess) rock stars have a bit of an ego, too--at one point Walsh calls out "Everybody say I'm cool" and the backing vocalists sing out "He's cool!" This one isn't going to change the world--it's a gentle reminder that not only are our lives humorous, but that they're also not nearly as important as we sometimes make them out to be.
Lyric Sheet: "Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through/(Everybody say I'm cool)(He's cool)/I can't complain but sometimes I still do/Life's been good to me so far..."
Maya Angelou once said that when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
Remember when Trump was running for President and said that people who get captured in war (specifically John McCain) aren't heroes? Then news today that Donald Trump referred to American Marines who gave their lives in the first World War now buried at Aisne-Marne as losers shouldn't surprise you. Nor should news that he said soldiers buried in Arlington were suckers. Or that he didn't want amputee war vets on a stage with him because he said no one wants to see that.
You know what's most amazing about what Trump said? The fact that I am in no way shocked. Disgusted and nauseated, you bet. Angry and bewildered, yes sir. But not shocked. Because this is who Donald Trump is and always has been.
And why there is no way America survives another four years of this psychopath in the White House.
190,000+ Dead Americans
Fuck Donald Trump,
emaycee
John James, the republican candidate for U.S. Senate here in Michigan running against our Democrat Gary Peters, has a new ad out in which he tells Sen. Peters that Peters is not running against Donald Trump, but against him, John James.
In James' fucking wildest dreams.
There's not a Democrat in America who isn't running against Donald Trump--190,000 dead Americans due to the pandemic, 10% unemployment, a racial divide as wide as the Grand Canyon, and corruption with his administration that is unparalleled in American history makes for some pretty easy campaign talking points.
James has spent months pretending that he and Trump don't belong to the same party, so James probably wishes he was running against Trump--it'd be a lot easier than being stuck with the anchor around his neck that Trump will ultimately be.
188,000+ Dead Americans
Fuck Donald Trump,
emaycee
Clips of Donald Trump's interview yesterday with Laura Ingraham of Fox News wherein he talks about "dark shadows" and people in dark uniforms riding in planes to Black Lives Matter protests that he'll talk about later because it's being "investigated" should be on an endless loop on every ad Democrats run from now until November 3rd.
Frankly, the mother fucker is not mentally well and America needs to be reminded of it again and again.
188,000+ Dead Americans
Fuck Donald Trump,
emaycee
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
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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.
