Free Money in the USA

Okay, there are a couple f-bombs here
and the music is so perky you almost forget
the seriousness of the situation
but I cannot resist sharing this latest video from Paul Hipp:


FREE MONEY IN THE USA

I can’t pay my bills, my cards are maxxed
but the same old greedy banker hacks
are taking million dollar bonuses from my tax
Busting laws and breaking backs
AIGee your dumb said the man in the suit
With his bonuses and his sack of loot
The same guys who caused the train to crash
Are the only people still making cash

AIG I’m dumb FDIC my thumb
Shoved up my BofA
Free money in the USA
I got no place to stay
I lost my 401k
Now it’s all gone away
Free money in the USA

Binding legal obligations
In a broke and worthless paper nation
one six five million in bonus pay
Free money in the USA
The first banker to press that case
may win in court but will one day face
an angry mob that he will meet
coming through the gates of easy street

Cancel all bonus’s or put them in jail
We’re all to goddamn big to fail

With so many people out of work
I hear some wealthy banker jerk
Say they can’t attract the brightest and best
Like the ones who got us into this mess
Without hundreds of millions in retention pay
Free money in the USA
Go down to the unemployment line
There’s a lot of people who’d do just fine
To right this ship and fix your bank
For a decent wage and a hearty thanks
for some honest pay for an honest day
Fuck aig fuck BofA-holes

© Paul Hipp 2009

www.paulhipp.com

            

Fidelity

In a stunning display of misplaced priorities and energy, Ken Starr (yes, that Ken Starr) has filed a California legal brief to forcibly divorce the 18,000 same-sex couples married before the passage of Prop 8.  Because, you know, we’ve got too much love and commitment going on in this world. 

I’m so damned sick of this but one thing I can do is this.

You might not think this stuff has anything to do with you but it does.  When one segment of society is singled out and told their love is meaningless and unworthy, we all become lesser people.

I cried watching this video filled with people asking to be allowed to live and love as their hearts dictate……

("Fidelity" by Regina Spektor)

          

Happiness

Today I finished reading through my manuscript and inserting notations.
I’m ready to tackle revisions.
This makes me very happy.
I went to YouTube and plugged in "happiness."
This is what popped (hopped?) up:  Happiness by Goldfrapp.
Enjoy.

             

New World Order

I’m a huge fan of Get Your War On by David Rees.  It started as a strip that uses clip art but
it’s now in video format.  Here’s one that’s a nice follow-up to my post yesterday about guns
and the radicals’ reaction to the Obama election.

Warning:  there are a couple expletives in here AND if you’re freaking out about
Obama’s victory, you probably won’t find this funny.

Otherwise, enjoy.

Making Every Word Count

Last  night as I listened to this, one of my favorite Billy Bragg songs, it occurred to me the song’s like a mini-YA.  Everything you need for a satisfying story, right here.  In just 267 words.

THE SATURDAY BOY By Billy Bragg

I’ll never forget the first day I met her
That September morning was clear and fresh
The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes
And the way she rubbed herself against the edge of my desk

She became a magic mystery to me
And we’d sit together in double History twice a week
And some days we’d walk the same way home
And it’s surprising how quick a little rain can clear the streets

We dreamed of her and compared our dreams
But that was all that I ever tasted
She lied to me with her body you see
And I lied to myself ’bout the chances I’d wasted

The times we were close were far and few between
In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen
Did she close her eyes like I did as we held each other tight
And la la la la la means I love you

She danced with me and I still hold that memory soft and sweet
And I stare up at her window as I walk down her street
But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh
And she never came to the phone, she was always in the bath

In the end it took me a dictionary
To find out the meaning of unrequited
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited

I never understood my failings then
And I hide my humble hopes now
Thinking back she made us want her
A girl not old enough to shave her legs

** This video ends before the song’s finished but it’s the best quality version I could find on YouTube.  Just a taste….

Oops, Lou. You just revealed yourself

This short video clip is very enlightening.  Lou Dobbs is pontificating on how our society doesn’t have a problem talking about race but does fear recrimination and distortion of expressed viewpoints.  Lou, the wealthy white man that he is, insists the U.S. is the most progressive and racially diverse country in the world and then mid-rant about Condoleeza Rice and her remark that “race is a birth defect on America,” catches himself using the expression “cotton-picking.”

Now, I’ve heard that expression before.  In fact, my mother used it when I was growing up (“Keep your cotton-picking hands off those cookies”) but I never thought of it in racial terms.  And I don’t think my mom did, either.

But Lou Dobbs obviously correlates “cotton-picking” with black people.  All I can say is that it’s a pretty amazing sight when his brain catches up with his mouth and he realizes he’s just blown an enormous hole in his fatuous argument.

Now can we please put to rest the delusion that this man would make a good president?!

(Note:  I just realized the original video I posted contained inserted commentary so I’ve replaced it with the video clip of the television segment only.)
                  
 

This Is the Best The GOP Can Do?

John McCain will be the Republican presidential nominee.  He likes to pretend he’s a moderate, a maverick, someone who gives us the straight talk on all the difficult issues.  As we look ahead to what’s coming in the next nine months, here’s one jaw-dropping example of what John McCain is really all about (from an April 2007 stop on his “Straight Talk” tour):

I’m so grateful for Keith Olbermann

MSNBC Countdown’s Keith Olbermann: Special Comment for 9/20/07. A stunning denunciation of Bush’s cowardice and hypocrisy. Here is an excerpt:

“…Mr. Bush, you have hidden behind the General’s skirts, and today you have hidden behind the skirts of ‘the last question’ at a news conference, to indicate once again that your presidency has been about the tilted playing field, about no rules for your party in terms of character assassination and changing the fabric of our nation, and no right for your opponents or critics to as much as respond.

That, Sir, is not only unAmerican — it is dictatorial.

And in pimping General David Petraeus, Sir, in violation of everything this country has been assiduously and vigilantly against for 220 years, you have tried to blur the gleaming radioactive line between the military and the political, and to portray your party as the one associated with the military, and your opponents as the ones somehow antithetical to it. You did it again today, Sir, and you need to know how history will judge the line you just crossed.”

Dylan Does Dylan

I couldn’t figure out how to post two videos in one post so apologize for multiple posts. This is the companion piece to the Russ Feingold video….

For those who might never have seen (gasp!) this segment from D. A. Pennebaker’s film, “Don’t Look Back” (a documentary on Bob Dylan’s tour of England in 1965) in which Bob holds cue cards while “Subterranean Homesick Blues” plays:

Russ Feingold Does Dylan

If only Russ Feingold would run for president. And I ain’t just saying that ’cause I’m a former Cheesehead, either! Here’s Russ doing “My President Will Be . . .”

I highly recommend checking out the Progressive Patriots Fund.

World Without Tears

This one’s for newport2newport because sometimes the best way to cleanse your soul is with a good cry. Here’s Lucinda Williams……..

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

If we lived in a world without tears
How would heartbeats know
When to stop
How would blood know
Which body to flow outside of
How would bullets find the guns

If we lived in a world without tears
How would misery know
Which back door to walk through
How would trouble know
Which mind to live inside of
How would sorrow find a home

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

How would broken find the bones
How would broken find the bones