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The GOP, the Grand Old Party—  also known as the Republicans— is holding its convention in Charlotte, North Carolina. Four days, part in person and part online.  A quadrennial event, it’s a real March of the Dodo Birds. Is that a Republican elephant I hear TRUMPeting in the distance?

They have now released the line-up of speakers. Who are these strange people representing the Trump administration?

Also, life moves fast: More than one senior official is suddenly abandoning ship, moseying on, taking things in a different direction, now that the latent smell of defeat begins to inhabit the Trump reelection effort.

Last week, Trump and his surrogates lambasted the Democratic Convention because it emphasized character over policy. “They never presented their program for America,” Trump officials complained to the press on the Sunday morning talk shows. “All they did was attack President Trump.” The prez himself called the DNC convention a dark presentation filled with gloom and doom.

That’s not what I saw! Kamala Harris made a point of valiantly smiling during her speech. Smile, smile! Precisely to counter any accusation that she is an ABF, an Angry Black Woman. Joe Biden made it a point to speak calmly and reasonably about unity in these UNITED STATES of America. He asked us to turn away from the darkness and embrace the light.

When blowhard Strump held his next press conference at the White House, acting as belligerent as ever, the contrast felt striking between the way things once were and what we have now. Wow! Talk about nostalgia.

The Trump people promised that their convention would present an optimistic program for America’s future. Which I and everyone else awaited with baited breath, considering the line-up of speakers. Not many of whom can be called blithe spirits.

Trump himself made a “surprise” visit to the convention center in Charlotte on this first day. He proceeded to give a rambling 50-minute speech, bellyaching about all the same old soap, painting his opponent Joe Biden in myriad putrid colors, lying and exaggerating. The only thing missing was an optimistic program for America’s future! They forgot that one. Well, d’oh.

THIS JUST IN: An unconfirmed report claims that President Trump will speak on Day Four of the convention. In Russian!

(This last joke bombed on Twitter. Like, major blowback. Sorry about that.)

 

Kev

 

Forget the White Vote!

 White folks will not vote for Kamala Harris. I say this with great regret, but it’s true.

She is an ABW, an Angry Black Woman.

She is from California.

She is super-liberal.

She is another candidate with an Arab-sounding name.

The lady has an uppity attitude.

She does not play well with others.

Her primary campaign fell apart = she can’t get elected dogcatcher. (Not to disparage dogcatchers.)

White folks are still smarting from eight years of Obama.

 

The lesson of Trump is that the hinterlands don’t want far-out liberal candidates. Love her, hate her or feel undecided, Kamala is a liberal fringe candidate. Forget about her ever getting the white vote.

White Americans are going to vote as a bloc and that bloc is not going for the Biden-Harris ticket. Way to go, Dems! Are you going to shoot yourselves in the other foot?

Having relinquished the largest voting bloc, the Democrats’ road to victory consists of rallying and getting registered every single minority vote out there, Latino, black, Asian, liberal, Jewish, Catholic, you name it. Rally the Minorities!

 

Be well, stay safe!

(Although currently inactive, one of my hats is political consultant, often to underdog candidates. My track record is 50% wins and 50% losses.)

 

Florid-19

From our correspondent

This whole pandemic thing is a joax! That’s halfway between a joke and a hoax. There ain’t no such aminal as Rosie Corona, somebody just took that name from Paul Simon’s “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard.”

Donald Trump is the King of Queens. Think about it. He’s king and he’s from Queens.

This whole pandemic thing is just the Deep State using the mainblame media to defeat Donald Grump’s reelection chances. It’s so obvious! 127,621 deaths my ass! WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES?! See, see! Name 356 of them, I dare you! I want a list of the names, addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers, credit card numbers, the name as listed on the card and the nifty little three-digit security code on the back of each card. Then MAYBE I’ll consider the possibility, but you know, it’s all overblown and exaggerated anyway.

I mean, you don’t REALLY believe PARIS, FRANCE was in lockdown, do you? Come on! I know of at least one brew pub on Rue d’Alsace that would never close down. They stayed open during the Nazi occupation, you really think they’d close for some microscopic microbe? Mosby’s Raiders never cancelled a raid because of some microscopic microbe!

I have been abducted by aliens from another planet. They won’t tell me which, but I keep asking. Currently we are en route over the continental United States traveling from one hot spot to another, mostly in the south and southwest, which also just so happens to be where the corona 19 virus is playing havoc. Many of these states have Republican governors, but you don’t see me linking THE FACT THAT THERE’S A REBUPLICAN GOVERNOR and the, you know, PAMDENIC. Perublican governors. And many of them are good people.

And what about JOE BIDEN???  I don’t see him leading the charge up San Juan Hill. Hunkered down in his underground bunker like, you know, Hetlir and Goebbels and Hiutler’s dog Blondi, a really good dog, but the cyanide got him in the end as it does us all. The cyanide of life, so to speak. When life gives you bitter almonds, suspect cyanide. Biden should be leading this country! Holy shite, what am I saying??? What I mean is, just look at what it would look like if Joe Biden had been president since last January! Just think about it. Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State (again!), Ben Ghazzi as coronavirus czar, Hunter Biden as Secretary of the Treasury and presidential advisor Ivanka Trump as a holdover from the previous administration. I mean, just think about that. I’d be quaking in my undies if I was a microscopic microbe, I can assure you.

Anybody would.

Well, we’re flying over the state of Florida and things don’t look so hot. Oh, wait, now we’re zooming in on the telescreen, and yes, there it is, A PEDESTRIAN WEARING A FACE MASK! See! Lookee there! You seen one, you seen ‘em all. High marks to Governor DeSantis! Way to go, Ron Ron!

Will this op-ed change the course of history? Of course it will! I have bribed a White House cleaning lady to slip a copy into the President’s Daily Brief, the top security PDB that lands on his desk every morning. Although Conchita warns me that I may have wasted my $20, since the president doesn’t always read the darn thing. Damn!

Confederate symbols must be maintained! You can’t defeat a pandemic by tearing down statues! People paid good money to build those memorials. Respect of property is a backbone of capitalism. What do you have otherwise? Anarchy. Leftwing, socialist thugs. Carnage. Oh wait, not carnage, that’s one of Trump’s favorite words. And some of those Confederate generals were good people.

So someone in a golf cart shouted “white powder!” on a video. Big deal! White powder is a skiing term referring to freshly fallen snow. White powder = ideal skiing conditions.

You complain that these salutes to our Confederate past are “a legacy of white domination.” Well, hold on! Under what circumstances would this be all right? I mean, I hope we’re talking a porcelain-skinned, stocky blond dominatrix with piercing blue eyes, dressed in high heels and black leather, carrying a whip and swatting the air with a brown leather riding crop. Dominate me, you bitch!!!

Listen, I liked El Trumpo’s July 4th speech. When Trump says the coronavirus will just disappear, people, he’s being sarcastic! Cripes! Don’t you get it? HE’S JOKING!!! Disappear, disappear. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! It’s a joke! Get a sense of humor, White House press corps! Jeez sleaze.

I am not White House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany, it is not my job to defend the president’s racially insensitive outbursts. I just suspect that sometimes the prez— just like the rest of us—occasionally has a bad day. He tweets stuff in order to vent. To get things off his chest. To put stuff behind him. Nixon had his Dictabelt machine. Trump has Twitter. Same difference.

Spread love! This country will be a better place for it. Paying for love is, unfortunately, also a reality, but the unpaid kind is a lot better.

Peace!

Stärker Daniel, Sollentuna

 

Maryland, Oh Maryland

Here’s the deal. The Maryland state song, “Maryland, My Maryland,” is a relic of the Civil War. Written in 1861 by Baltimore native and Confederate sympathizer James Ryder Randall, the song lyrics urge Marylanders to secede from the Union, join the Confederacy and battle the “Northern scum.”

For over 40 years, politicians in Annapolis have tried to abolish or replace “Maryland, My Maryland.” With the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis and subsequent national protests, the Maryland legislature is once again considering scrapping the song.

As a patriotic Son of Maryland, I hereby submit my easy-peasy substitution, harking back to the original, but also aware of the modern times in which we live.

 

*************** Maryland, Oh Maryland **************

 

You, our Southern belle of fun

Maryland!

Giggle in our midst a ton

Maryland!

Even under the midday sun

Your blue-eyed glance doth stun

Every single son of a gun

Maryland! Oh Maryland!

 

Our battle flag held aloft so sure

Maryland!

Swift of stirrup, free of burr

Maryland!

A champion so sleek and pure

She causes our dear hearts to stir

And all the horsemen knew her

Maryland! Oh Maryland!

 

Lest our past become a chore

Maryland!

And epic tales be heard no more

Maryland!

Of Grant and Lee, such a bore

How uncivil was the war

That shook the nation to its core

Maryland! Oh Maryland!

 

Slave state, free state, pick a side

Maryland!

Poe came to Balto but he died

Maryland!

Not from lynching but a long sad slide

A maudlin drunk he was quite pie-eyed

And after his death many people lied

Maryland! Oh Maryland!

 

For you, young souls are pining

Maryland!

We see you smile, blond tresses shining

Maryland!

Every cloud has a silver lining

’Though Confederate statues leave us whining

And don’t forget to kiss my heinie

Maryland! Oh Maryland!

 

 

Finally a chart buster!

“Back in the Pandemic.” 4:36. Recorded live in the studio by the Swedish duo realPfft with a guest guitarist, a guest drummer and a guest producer. Also, an audio engineer with issues. This is take 9 of 16 takes recorded over a three day period. By the last take, all the noisy blemishes had been cleaned up, the impossible guitar had been tamed and the Chinese gong no longer blew the walls out. Unfortunately, the song was no longer any fun.

Boring.

Despite the coronavirus, realPfft’s business manager was visiting from the States. He had gotten a good price on his plane ticket. Now he was unhappy and he said as much. Insisting on his right to listen to all sixteen takes, he came to take number 9 and said, “There it is. That’s the song! What have you been doing the last day and a half?”

Bands have broken up over less, but these are all Swedes and they like one another. Agreeing that take 9 needed more treble, that’s all they added, leaving everything else alone. Unrefined. With a nod to the Beatles, a punk rock sense of rebellion and singer Clive Flatenbad channeling Joy Division, here is realPfft’s “Back in the Pandemic.”

Cover photo from singer Clive Flatenbad’s archive. Club Ultra, Handen, Sweden.

Best regards!

Kev

Liar… pants on fire!

Big bad DJ can’t get his facts straight to save his butt. His schtick do get old.

Being a klutz, I learned early on to say “Mea culpa, my bad, mea maxima culpa, my totally bad. My fault!”

Donnie Trump learned PR and litigation from New York lawyer and political fixer Roy Cohn… whose philosophy was “Never admit error, always double down.” Not a very smart idea if you want to make friends and influence people.

Meanwhile, Trump cannot differentiate between facts on the ground and his personal  beliefs. His view of the world doesn’t correspond with a lot of other people’s view of the world. Not to put too fine a point on it, you could almost call him a

If you wonder why my ship never reaches port, here’s a typical example. A totally dynamite song by the Swedish band realPfft, “Pandemic!” came out at the beginning of April. Only it started off with a bad copy. This had never happened to us before. We had already released 40 songs, the big 4-0, and our distributor had never missed. Well, I learned not to submit our songs on Sunday evenings when the computers get overloaded.

Suddenly we needed to redistribute the song, which took three weeks. Okay, but then I got sick. A great song that should have been America’s new national anthem and almost nobody heard it!

So from now on, I am going to have routines and follow them as I live and breathe.

Enjoy!

Kev

Covid-19 in song???

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any bleaker, Swedish rap duo realPfft consoles us with the song “Covid-19.” (I get 3% on the dollar.) Available at YouTube, iTunes, Spotify, Amazon & the usual suspects.

 

 

Notification re Covid-19

You— my readers— have been more than kind over the umpteen years I have been writing this blog. In conjunction with the current emergency, allow me to say

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Lest the president accuse me of sensationalism during this perilous period, I beseech you to “Reste tranquille, America.” Let us all remain calm—

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

As the situation develops, I am closely following CDC guidelines for the written word. Once you have read this notification, pls wash your hands quite thoroughly.

I— for my part— shall wash my mouth out with soap. But first, this message:

My fellow earthlings, a worldwide catastrophe has newly occurred. From Hong Kong in… well, Hong Kong… to Haparanda in Sweden to Burbank, California— and all points in between— society HAS RUN OUT OF TOILET PAPER! Amidst an endless array of empty shelves, you couldn’t find it anywhere! Gone, baby, gone! Which only confirms what I have long suspected: People are full of sh*t.

That said—

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Be careful, stay safe.

Love, Kev

 

 

 

 

Not Even A Flag

I need an American flag for the background to a video our rap band is making. Rather than order online, I really want to just jump in my car and drive to a store and buy a flag. For example, I can drive to the Flags of All Nations store and spend $32 for a silk screened Stars and Stripes, but the stars won’t even be embroidered. So I check online and find that the Big Box Store wants $30 for an embroidered flag. The Gardening Appliance store wants $20. Target has a 3′ X 5′ American flag, embroidered, for $10. It’s exactly what I’m looking for at a price even I can afford. According to their website, my local Target store has one in stock in section D1.

It’s December 31st, the New Year, not the Fourth of July. Flags aren’t exactly in season. I drive over there and ask the salespeople where I can find section D1.

“D1?” they reply, aghast. “Over there in the back of the store.”

D1 is in the far right back corner of the store. All that lines the three shelves in D1 is disinfectant. No flags.

Returning to the middle of the store, I flag down a salesperson and ask where, perchance, he might have American flags. “Let me check inventory,” he suggests kindly and pulls out his Target tablet. Scrolling, he explains that there aren’t any in that store, but if I go to Store B, another four miles away, they should have some in stock. “Write down the UPC number and telephone them and they can check their inventory,” he adds helpfully. Gangbusters! I thank the man.

Now it’s true that my local Target never has what I am looking for. I always have to traipse to Store B, so this is neither a hindrance nor a hardship. I don’t have time to zip over there before New Year’s Eve, but I figure one day won’t matter.

Before I go there today, January 1, I go to the Target website and specify Store B as my desired location. Behold! When I click on the 3′ X 5′ embroidered American flag, the site indicates “In stock.” Cool! In order to make my purchase, I need to open a Target account. Yada, yada, yada. I open an account. Then I purchase the 3′ X 5′ American flag for $10 plus tax, using my credit card. I specify Two Hour Store Pickup. I even sign up for a text message on my cellphone indicating when the item is ready for me to come get it.

As I am making the purchase, I receive the notification “Only one left in stock. Order now.” Cripes! Every time I go to make a purchase online, it’s Super Mario Panic Button Time again. Last one in stock, BUY NOW! Alternatively, why can’t Target keep up its inventory? AN AMERICAN FLAG costing $10 should not be such an exotic item that Target only stocks them individually. Nu?

You know where I am going with this.

I wait. I wait to get a text message. Hearing naught, I check my emails. “An item is no longer available for pickup” says the subject line.

“We went to grab the item listed below, but it looks like someone snagged the last one,” claims the text.

Which is pure unadulterated poppycock. Booooo! Get real! You never had it to begin with. Maybe flags go rushing off the shelves on the Fourth of July. On January 1, 2020 in the middle of the afternoon, not a chance. There wasn’t any 3′ X 5′ embroidered American flag at that store location. Nope. Never happen. Target is blowing smoke rings.

I am then given the opportunity to let my purchase lapse, choose a different store or accept having the flag shipped free of charge through the mail. Target lists half a dozen stores in the vicinity, one after another. Forget about having to drive ten miles to pick up the flag, do they really think I’m gonna spend two hours online at each location I choose only to hear, “We went to grab the item listed below, but it looks like someone snagged the last one”?

I choose free shipping. The item will be delivered to my door by Saturday, January 4. Then I get a big white tab: They want my shipping address.

Once I give them my shipping address, nothing happens. Nothing. So I click on the red “ship to me” button again. You’ll notice I still haven’t gotten a receipt for my purchase. Now I can’t even get a confirmation that the flag will be sent through the mail.

Using the “Contact us” function, I get a Customer Service number. Sitting at my laptop, I call that number and speak with a young man in Mumbai. Since I know his accent will defeat me, I do most of the talking. I give him my order number. I explain that there aren’t any flags in the stores. I am choosing the free shipping option. I confirm my delivery address. Since the order had not been changed to home delivery… What?! Shit!… he makes that change. He again confirms my delivery name and address. He also keeps insisting that the flag will arrive by Saturday, January 4th.

Ya think?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 

My younger brother Tim has explained that online mail order is killing the bricks and mortar retail trade. “The same thing happened with video stores when Netflix came along,” he points out. “Each store had thousands of dollars tied up in inventory. Netflix had all their DVD’s in one big warehouse. Economy of scale.”

Apparently Target is so dirt poor at this point, they can’t even afford to stock a decent number of American flags in each location.

This is a very sad commentary on the state of America.