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Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Police State”

Pussy Riot‘s new release, “Police State” is a good Sunday Interlude, after the one-sided bromance visit between Putin and Trump last week, in which Trump stated that he believed Putin when he said Russia did not interfere in last year’s election, contradicting our country’s Intelligence. (“I swear, baby, I never touched the voter rolls!”) That, and the song is about Trump as much as Putin.

Pussy Riot released a statement on Facebook about the song:

“We’d be able to achieve fantastic results if we were not trapped by the idea that nothing can be changed. […] There’s a lot that can be done and should be done. Putin will not disappear tomorrow, but we can show our fellow Russians how corrupted, damaging and ineffective his rule is. If everybody who denounced Trump on social media showed up on the streets and refuse to leave until he’s gone, he’d be out of office in a week. What it takes is just to abandon our learned helplessness.”

Since day one of this coup, I’ve said, “Never normalize!” Every time I hear the news reporting with any normalcy about this dangerous, criminal Administration, I cringe. I understand the importance of reporting only facts. But that facts are we now have an avalanche of information that Russia and Trump and his circle conspired to install him. The election tampering we feared and suspected is coming to light as another fact. Indictments are rolling in and, based upon those indictments, Trump is guilty of obstructing justice by firing FBI DIrector Comey and dictating a fabricated story about the meeting between a Russian attorney and Manafort, Trump Jr., et al. I’ve no doubt this goes far deeper into laundering dirty, Russian, mob and other dirty money and Trump’s outstanding debt to Putin, not to mention Trump’s insatiable ego needing to crush Obama for mocking him and the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, which was the perfect ploy for Putin to exploit.

Who knows how long we will be under this regime? Maybe this is the beginning of the end, thanks to Mueller’s investigations, and maybe it’s only the first year of this slog into fascism. The Constitution and we the people are being tested, perhaps never moreso since the Civil War. So far, I feel confident in both. But our future stands on the point of a sword at this moment. Or a nuclear test missile. Or a 3 a.m. twitchy toilet tweet – or twoop .

Here’s Pussy Riot and their new single “Police State:”

This week also marks a year since the stolen election. Do not get complacent. We are the boss in this country! Never normalize! Get out there, get active, get in the streets!

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Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “(What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding”

Last week might have been the best we’ve had in almost a year. Mueller’s indicting and already got George Papadopoulos to flip. We feel less crazy that this really was a coup. It’s far from over. Still, I finally felt, after 51 weeks, like I might not physically explode, after all. Time for a reset.

That spirit called for Elvis Costello’s “(What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding,” because this song always helps the mind, body and spirit reset.

The song was written by English singer-songwriter, musician, and producer. Nick Lowe in 1974. Peace, love and understanding are strong and enduring truths. And they will conquer any wrong or evil. Resist.

And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me want to cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “People Have the Power”

I admire the French. They have national protests. They shut down to demand their rights. Of course, they get paid vacations, health care, basic human needs without having to work three jobs or take a bus hours a day just to be slightly less in debt. I get it. Folks strike and get fired, get beaten, get shot or mutilated by a deranged nut using a car as a weapon. But it’s time.

We are watching our democracy pulverize before our eyes. Nothing short of a full nationwide shutdown will wake up the bastards who forgot they work for us!

Damn it! Trump must go! He’s a traitor. And everyone he carried on the tails of his overly long tie must go, too, from Pence to Gorsuch to Sessions to every vile Cabinet member whose purpose is to destroy their departments.

Patti Smith (and Fred “Sonic Smith) wrote “People Have the Power.” She performs this iconic protest song:

 

The power to dream / to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it’s decreed the people rule
it’s decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can come to pass through our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth’s revolution
we have the power
People have the power …

Now, Mueller’s first indictment is expected Monday. We have a lot of hope for this process. But it is still within our power alone to take back our government.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Fortunate Son”

We made it through another week in Crazytown. Who knows what awaits us this week? It could be anything from a full, 25th Amendment-worthy, public meltdown from Captain Cuckoo Bananas or his giving in to the urge to press the nuclear button. And now that we’ve seen General Kelly’s true colors by finding it necessary to besmirch the word of a military widow in order to protect and defend his profoundly sick boss, we know longer can trust he’d tackle him away from any deranged impulse.

The party claiming to be the bloody reddest, defiantly whitest, with the bluest, well, let’s say golf balls, certainly has redefined itself. The rise of individuals and groups entirely brainwashed in white supremacy is real, dangerous and not going away without the majority and those on top to rally to extinguish it. But that isn’t happening while the GOP holds any power. They own it. They’ve corrupted, not just the minds of people through decades of right-wing hate media, but they make it harder to vote and harder to tell how we voted. They play to long game, folks. Fascism has slowly permeated the GOP like the smoke of a small fire slowly cuts off oxygen as it envelopes and engulfs and, left unattended, leaves scorched earth.

A five-time draft dodging sissy who has bullied, or has an ally in, a four-star general who publically trashed a pregnant military widow, brings “Fortunate Son” to mind. It could be “W” or Trump but senators’ sons didn’t have to fight in VIetnam when there was a draft. Different rules. Now we live in a time when different rules mean a president not showing his or her taxes, profiting while in office, bilking contractors, violating settled law, appointing antithetical Cabinet members to dismantle agencies, feeling entitled to assault women, complimenting bigots and Nazis and treating whom he perceives less fortunate as filthy inconveniences. Daddy Trump made this inept disgrace believe he is a fortunate son living without consequences. This is the Republican Party’s new normal. DIfferent rules.

In a week where the GOP wants to drastically cut Federal programs in order to further enrich the 1% and when retired military have been called back to serve, “Fortunate Son” comes to mind. It was written by Creedance Clearwater Revival member John Fogerty during the Vietnam War era.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no
To borrow from Brad Friedman’s closing line of his BradCast, good luck world!

 

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Almost Like Praying”

The comparison of Bush’s Katrina to Trump’s Puerto Rico is flawed. Puerto Rico is Trump’s genocide. If he could get away with doing nothing, he would. And he almost has. We’ve lost so much of our goodness in nine months under an Administration who, through its disregard and profound incompetence, is annoyed that we keep harping about Puerto Rico.

His cult following contends Puerto Rico’s government is deliberately letting their citizens suffer to make Trump look bad. Such ilk is lost and dragging our country down to an immoral, failed state. What Puerto Ricans are enduring is unfathomable. They are clinging to survival and trying to keep their weak and sick alive! What kind of monster in power to help walks away after tossing paper towels, after his handlers had to convince him tossing cans of soup was not a good idea?

He spoke to them as if someone from his first-floor housekeeping staff broke a valuable vase and he had to interrupt his schedule to assure them he wouldn’t fire anyone. “I hate to tell you, Puerto Rico, but you’ve thrown our budget a little out of whack, because we’ve spent a lot of money on Puerto Rico. But that’s fine.” Of course, it was a staged event with well-groomed people in a gated community who didn’t suffer great damage, yet still a bit “unwashed” for his comfort.

“…but if you look at a real catastrophe like Katrina…and you look at what happened here… 16 people [dead] versus in the thousands .You can be very proud.” Translation into human being: “Quit whining. You should be thanking me for the handout, considering you are of little value to me.” He’s a gargoyle,  I never thought Barbara Bush’s cold and detached (redundant when describing Babs) remark about the New Orleans’ Katrina refugees packed into the Houston Astrodome would sound benign. “Most of these people are underprivileged anyway,” with a chuckle in her voice, ” so this is working very well for them.” But she just seems like an innocent, chuckling Mrs. Claus compared to this laboratory monster constructed by mating Veruca Salt and Bernie Madoff, tossing in Young Frankenstein’s abby normal brain and the Grinch’s heart before it grew ten sizes one day. You don’t need Stevie Wonder’s vision, Jesus’ words or even belief in a soul to see he lacks a soul.

By the way, Donny Trump, I saw Ricky Martin on “Ellen” twice the last couple weeks. He’s sending help and showed a video, much of which couldn’t be broadcast, due to the horrific, graphic nature. He said people are simply burying their dead in their backyards because there is no infrastructure for burials. We have no idea how many are dead. But the lives lost is only a fraction of their plight.

I ache for how many will continue to suffer or die. These are our fellow countrymen. And even if they weren’t, they are human beings in need.

Lin-Manuel Miranda recorded, along with many others, “Almost Like Praying,” to benefit Puerto Rico. The lyrics are simply every town in Puerto Rico. I leave you with your interlude:

“@realdonaldtrump, You’re going straight to Hell.” Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Puerto Rico, you are not alone. You are never forgotten. To contribute to the help needed in Puerto Rico, please visit HispanicFederation.org.

 

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Yer So Bad”

…I’ve got you to save me
Oh yer so bad, best thing I ever had
In a world gone mad, yer so bad

There is nothing better in a world of madness than being pulled from the darkness by a loved one who shares your perspective, gives Hell a proper can of whoopass, then escapes with you to a place distilled to the essence of what really matters in this life by sharing a damned, good time. You’re not denying all that is wrong; you’re just having a healthy suspension with the perfect partner. Call it crazy sanity, the good kind of bad.

Tom Petty‘s “Yer So Bad” speaks to pulling the veneer off hypocrites and others who want to appear like they have it together but are worse off underneath. Petty has a way of finding just the right words to tell off those who need telling. Conversely, he sure did nail the beauty and value of that loyal, imperfect and bit naughty person in one’s life.

I think “Full Moon Fever” is my favorite Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ album. “Yer So Bad” is on it, as is “Feel a Whole Lot Better.” About a year ago, “Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude” was “Feel a Whole Lot Better.” It was my mantra trying to cleanse us from Trump. Petty’s lyrics are always distilled, and pointed, like Rock and Roll lyrics should. Here are just a few of Petty’s words I relish:

“Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some
Who knows maybe you were kidnapped tied up,
Taken away and held for ransom
Honey, it don’t make no difference to me, baby
Everybody has to fight to be free, you see                                                You don’t have to live like a refugee”

“Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe
When i found you”

“”Cause somewhere deep down inside
Someone is saying, Love doesn’t last that long
I got this feelin’ inside night and day
And now I can’t take it no more

Listen honey, can you see?
Baby, you would bury me
If you were in the public eye
Givin’ someone else a try
And you know you better watch your step
Or you’re gonna get hurt yourself
Someone’s gonna tell you lies
Cut you down to size

“Don’t have to be ashamed of the car I drive
I’m just glad to be here, happy to be alive
It don’t matter if you’re by my side
I’m satisfied”

“Well I know what’s right
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground
And I won’t back down
(I won’t back down)
Hey, baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(I won’t back down)
Hey, I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down”

“Baby even the losers get lucky sometimes.”

Truth, no bull and joy for life. Tom Petty passed this week. He left us so many gems. I miss him. At a time when troubadours and satirists are keeping us sane, it’s even harder not to be able to enjoy what he might still offer. But “I’m satisfied.”

Tom Petty with two of his fellow “Traveling Wilburys,” Roy Orbison and George Harrison. Perhaps they’re playing together again, beyond this place.

 

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Gran Vals”

Is anyone else shifting their ways to find peace in this era of the coup? The destruction of our country is unbearable. I feel helpless at times, angry and sad at all times and tired. We’re going to keep mobilizing and fighting but we need pockets of sanity. I have my go-to shows and series to escape and, of course, friends are vital. These weekly, Sunday interludes that began while I did my second April Blog a Day Challenge as a filler for the off day of posts in 2015, but they’ve evolved as another way to reboot for another mud storm from the Nutter and Creep.

There’s just nothing funny about last week. Puerto Rico is a catastrophe. The Administrative response is nothing short of willful neglect. And this, on top of the usual crippling bills crafted by Congress, promoted by that grifting lunatic. So I went to a place in my mind that has been a constant since I was a child. The Como Park Conservatory is a wonderful structure built in 1873 in St. Paul, Minnesota. It’s part of Como Park yet stands alone as a place of constant beauty and bliss, that offers a colorful, warm, humid escape any time of year but especially on a dreary Minnesota winter day. I grew up in St. Paul so Mom and Dad and I spent countless days there. And it remains much the same. Additions to it always compliment the original.

Another constant of the Conservatory is the Spanish guitar music that plays in the background. It’s the same music played since I was a kid. I fell in love with the Spanish guitar there. I am no expert on this music style, but I know how it calms me, lowers my blood pressure. If you linger long enough you just may hear Francisco Tarrega playing “Gran Va;s.”

 

 

Let there be comfort to you and everyone today. My heart sends peace to all creatures suffering. Love will win.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “What the World Needs Now Is Love”

“What the World Needs Now Is Love,” an eternally relevant song, was written in 1965 by Hal David (lyrics) and Burt Bacharach (music). It’s a plea to the creator.

Oh listen, lord, if you want to know.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
No, not just for some but for everyone.

With all the unprecedented hurricanes of Biblical magnitude, earthquakes and fires, combined with threats of nuclear war. I found myself searching online about the book of “Revelations” and end times this week. (Note: I didn’t find anything helpful. The self-described Christians think end times is a wonderful future and some believe the orange oaf is a positive player in ending life on Earth.) We don’t have a friendly ally in the Administration in Washington. I have never lived at a time so out of control and perilous. It’s hard to focus, let alone make decisions pertaining to the future. It’s all so horrifying and exhausting that end times might be a welcome relief!

Just last week, that ridiculous oompa loompa provoked nuclear war while addressing the United Nations and we have the remainder of the month to fight to keep health care – again! It’s a moment to moment battle with the Republicans and their clan leader. We must remember a universal truth that good always triumphs over bad. However, goodness has to get into the dirty fight to win. “What the World Needs Now Is Love” reminds us that in this epic battle for our democracy, what we strive to achieve is a greater good for all. All those who denounce cruelty on every level are in this together.

There are so many versions of today’s interlude, from Dionne Warwick to the earlier pop version by Jackie DeShannon and a solo recording by Burt Bacharach, as well as versions he did with Tom Jones and Elvis Costello. You will find many artists’ versions of the song. One was recorded last year by a host of  Broadway artists following the Orlando Pulse Nightclub shootings. And it accompanied scenes from Austin Powers and 1969’s Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice. I searched for an unplugged version by Burt Bacharach because surely one exists from some old TV show but the only one I could find was a shortened version he performed at the White House with the Obamas. I just wanted his craggy voice and piano. It had to be simple and live and Burt! I settled for two out of three:

 

Jackie DeShannon gives such a pure and simple delivery.

These past few weeks, I’ve felt so weary from our country’s condition. That’s why the chaos. It’s intentional. We must not give up. Vigilance is vital. There’s a reason why this song is still relevant and so many artists have recorded it. Love will trump hate. Let this song remind us all

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Rainbow Connection”

It’s seems time for a palate cleanse from the lunacy in D.C. I found myself humming this song (in a Kermit-like voice) the other day and it calmed me. I hope it does the same for you. “Rainbow Connection.”

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
Look what it’s done so far

We must have hope. Hope is a happy place.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “You’re No Good”

Yet another week in which that skin of seven deadly sins has proven he’s no good, he’s cruel, careless and crazy. So here are words for every person who has ever been associated with, done business with or voted for Donald J. Trump as a way to learn, heal or to send his way:
Feeling better now that we’re through
Feeling better ’cause I’m over you
I learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are
You’re no good
You’re no good
You’re no good
Baby you’re no good
I’m gonna say it again
You’re no good
You’re no good
You’re no good
Baby you’re no good…
I’m telling you now baby and I’m going my way
Forget about you baby ’cause I’m leaving to stay
You’re no good
You’re no good
You’re no good
Baby you’re no good”

Linda Ronstadt performed the song and it was written by Ken Boothe. I have no sympathy for anyone fooled, snookered or duped by him. He appeals to base emotions and nothing more. One by one his cult is waking up. Not soon enough.

 

Enjoy another Resistance Sunday.