I think he nailed it

Hunter Biden gives his thoughts on last night’s elections in NY. What do you think?

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— MeidasTouch (@meidastouch.com) June 24, 2026 at 11:34 AM

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What comes around goes around

Analysts were left stunned Wednesday morning after a trio of progressive congressional candidates backed by NYC Mayor Zohran Mamdani swept Tuesday’s Democratic primary elections in New York, many of whom drew comparisons to the late 2000s Tea Party movement that reshaped the Republican Party.

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— Raw Story (@rawstory.com) June 24, 2026 at 10:00 AM

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American genocide

Shah Alam, 56, did not speak English. He was lost. He could not see. Border Patrol didn't contact his family or lawyer. They left him on the streets of Buffalo, where he died five days later.

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— Mother Jones (@motherjones.com) February 25, 2026 at 6:05 PM

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America's Classless Pig

Trump reportedly told Schumer that he will unfreeze infrastructure funds for New York in exchange for support for renaming Penn Station and Dulles International Airport after himself.

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— Forbes (@forbes.com) February 6, 2026 at 3:10 AM

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Democrats work for us

Mamdani: Today is an incredible win for working people. We’re talking about a $1.2 billion commitment to make universal childcare a reality. What today’s commitment shows is that working families will no longer have to choose between the city they love and the family they want to raise.

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— Acyn (@acyn.bsky.social) January 8, 2026 at 4:25 PM

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Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. DLXII--Blue Oyster Cult: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky...I'm late again (though less than a week--barely!--this time)....

This week's introduction comes with a bit of a twist--I most definitely remember the song from its release when I was in high school in the seventies, but I don't remember really liking or disliking the song.  My second introduction came in the nineties when I saw the movie The Stoned Age on a cable movie channel, in which this week's tune plays a major role.  It's one of those movies that's so bad it's actually good, and because of the song's prominence in the movie I became a fan.  Through the years, my appreciation for it has grown as have so many other songs from the decade of my musical awakening.... 

Blue Oyster Cult formed in 1967 at Stony Brook University in Long Island as the Soft White Underbelly.  They spent several years playing local gigs and eventually became a popular local band.  In 1968 they signed with Elektra and released a couple of albums without much success.  In 1969 the band had a bad review of one of their shows and their manager changed their name to Blue Oyster Cult. In 1971 they switched to Columbia Records and began their ascent to stardom.  They would have a string of hit records through the early eighties before time and tide caught up with them.  They took a hiatus in 1986 but reformed in 1987 and have been a working band ever since, albeit with numerous lineup changes (guitarist Buck Dharma and lead vocalist Eric Bloom have been the only constants).  For their career, BOC has released sixteen studio albums (their highest charting hit #24), ten live albums (one hit #22), twenty-one (!) compilations, and thirty-two singles (with two hitting the top forty).  They've sold over twenty-five million records and released their latest album just last year.

Fun Fact:  The band got its name from the poetry of its initial manager (from 1967 to 1995), rock critic Sandy Pearlman. Pearlman had a cycle in which there was a group of aliens called Blue Oyster Cult who secretly guided earth's history, hence the band's name.

Fun Fact 2:  BOC had a veritable Who's Who helping write their lyrics through the years.  In addition to Pearlman, rock critic Richard Meltzler, Punk Goddess Patti Smith, poet and musician Jim Carroll, and science fiction writers Michael Moorcock, Eric Van Lustbader, and John Shirley all helped pen lyrics for BOC songs.

"(Don't Fear) The Reaper" was released in 1976 from their fourth album, the rather snoopily entitled Agents of Fortune.  The single would hit #12 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100, while the album would peak at #29 on the Billboard 200.  In addition, the song was ranked at #405 on Rolling Stone's list of the five hundred best songs of all-time.

Much like last week's tune, "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" has so much to like about it that it's almost impossible to fit into a paragraph.  Buck Dharma's tale of a young couple broaching the other side (he said the song came from imagining himself dying early) opens with some ominous (and unforgettable) guitars and proceeds to blow our minds from there.  Dharma's lyrics are (once again) not your usual top forty fare (even invoking the deaths of Romeo and Juliet), and I love how each line in the chorus opens with the backing vocals before Dharma sings his line (not sure I've heard it done this way before but might have?).  The band is incredible throughout, but none more so than in the instrumental break which sounds like a symphonic orchestra kicking out the jams (may have stolen that line from another song...).  And I almost forgot the simple by wondrous la la las.  As I've noted a time of two here before, every now and again a very talented band has a moment of sheer greatness in a song or album, and this was the song for Blue Oyster Cult. In a word:  stunning.

 Lyric Sheet:  "Valentine is done/Here, but now they're gone/Romeo and Juliet/Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)/40,000 men and women everyday...

[Note:  Dharma guesstimated that forty thousand people die every day but was about a hundred thousand short of the actual total.]

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You know what? Fuck off

Phang: Good for Pritzker, good for Hochul, good for Newsom—good for these other Democratic governors who are saying, “You know what? F off.” We’re not going to let people in these other states—people who are under attack and trying to do the right thing for their constituents—go without support

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— Acyn (@acyn.bsky.social) August 4, 2025 at 4:53 PM

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Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. DXLVIII--Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag

 Jaysus, eight days late....

My introduction to this week's tune was whatever the Alternative rock station was in Fort Wayne, Indiana in the summer of 2000, as I tooled around the city looking for a job after my writing career fizzled, that was playing it in regular rotation.  Not the best summer of my life--had just left my kids in St. Louis, moved in with my Mom, living in Fort Wayne which wasn't exactly a happening city, and driving around in nine-hundred-degree weather in a car with no air conditioning hopping from interview to interview.  It worked out in the end--though I'll always regret the time away from my two oldest--but at least I had a good song (or two) to help me weather it....

Wheatus formed in Northport, New York in 1995, and like an artist or two here on Friday Night Jukebox, has managed to parlay one hit single into a career.  The band played gigs galore to start and finally got a record contract in 1999.  They released their debut album the next year which was a minor hit and featured a single that was a minor hit in America (bigger overseas) and made their now twenty-nine year run from there.  Wheatus has had thirty-one members through the years, with the only constant being lead singer and guitarist as well as founder Brendan B. Brown (who didn't even rate a Wikipedia entry).  For their career, the band has released five LPs, three EPs, two live albums, and eight singles.  Their last release was a Christmas EP in 2023, which means they're still hanging in there, God love 'em.

Fun Fact:  Wheatus was a bit of a family affair as Brown employed his brother Peter on drums through 2006 (left to get married), and his sister Elizbeth as a backing vocalist from 2002-2007.  They had a classic lineup reunion in 2019 as well.

"Teenage Dirtbag" was the first single Wheatus ever released from their 2000 debut album, the ever so cleverly entitled Wheatus.  The song reached #124 on the Bubbling Under the Hot 100 chart, while the album peaked at #76 (note the album eventually was certified as platinum, which shows you don't have to have a high charting record to have a hit).  However, overseas the single was nothing short of phenomenal:  #1 in Australia, Austria, and Belgium, #2 in the U.K., Ireland, Germany, and Sweden, and #3 in Switzerland (so many cool kids around the world!).  Perhaps an early preview of 2025 when the rest of the world is great and the U.S. is utter shit.

Despite the fact that Brendan Brown freely admits the events in "Teenage Dirtbag" never happened to anyone in the band, it's still a quirky love song where the high school geek gets the cheerleader.  Brown delivers a heartfelt vocal in the verses before rocking out in the rousing chorus, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention the "ooh-ooh" that closes the chorus and is one of those cherries on the top parts of many a good pop song.  The song has some solid guitar work and some drive along drums that keep the spirit moving.  In the end, this one is about love and hope--and the Fates know we all need as much of both as we can get.

Lyric Sheet:  "Man, I feel like mold/It's prom night and I am lonely/Lo and behold/She's walking over to me..."

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And he'll always be a convicted felon

 

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Forever a felon

Breaking News: The Supreme Court has denied President-elect Donald Trump’s request to stop his sentencing. He is scheduled to be sentenced in New York on Friday. nyti.ms/407xQqZ

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— The New York Times (@nytimes.com) January 9, 2025 at 8:03 PM

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Donnie's Year in Pictures #3: The prick of Time

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A big fuck you to Donald

Justice Juan Merchan has REJECTED Donald Trump’s bid to have his election interference conviction dismissed due to the Supreme Court’s presidential immunity decision.

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— MeidasTouch (@meidastouch.com) December 16, 2024 at 7:45 PM

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Please continue...

Trump in Scranton, Pa.: "We just rented Madison Square Garden. We’re going to make a play for New York."

— Patrick Svitek (@PatrickSvitek) October 9, 2024

Republicans = Nazis

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New York Courts seem to have Trump's number

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Guilty thirty-four times

Your reminder that no matter what nonsense the @GOP or the MAGA Republican weirdos spew, the ONLY time in his life that Donald Trump won the Popular Vote was when a jury of his peers said "Guilty" thirty-four times.

— Sgt Joker (@TheSGTJoker) August 22, 2024

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Good question

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Payback is indeed a motherfucker

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Served ice cold

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Freudian slip...not

Eric Trump said the quiet part out loud... “We will win because we are white.” Where is the media outrage? If President Biden’s son said this, it would be the top news scandal for the next 5 news cycles. pic.twitter.com/y5eCtGduZq

— Jules Morgan 🧸 (@glamelegance) May 29, 2024

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Thank you, Stormy

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