of wow and holy cow.
We want, crave, hunger for
Action.
if the ref decides in your
favor.
As long as there’s a collision
between two people who
don’t like each other,
all is well.
We are trapped in the now
of wow and holy cow.
It’s madness. It won’t stand
the light of day. Does a stop sign
with no roads mean anything?
A stop sign in a field of clover
means stop.
Just stop.
For god’s sake, just stop.
We are trapped.
It is now.
Wow.
Holy Cow.
If you pine for the Kennedys,
you helped create this. I saw
you at Wicker Park two days
before Barry got elected.
There you were high as a kite
on renewable energy and racial
equality.
You cried as Barack offered
a bottle of water
to a woman who feinted.
Why oh why did you partake in
the magic dust? I know why.
You are trapped in the now
of wow and holy cow.
Now the other side has their
messiah. He has orange hair
and he lies. But who cares as
long as brown people don’t
get in.
Black Barry
Orange Donald
Brown people.
Lots of colors to consider
in a world in which
we are trapped in the now
of wow and holy cow.
I don’t mean to bore the three or four of you with political clatter. But My Radio Life coincides with Your American Life. I, like you, spin around on this earth fast, light speed. Stuff happens and then some other stuff happens. Run, you keep running. I’m standing at the crossroads and I believe I’m sinking down.
I didn’t do my radio show this morning. I’ve got way too much stuff to do to talk on the radio this week. Besides, Anderson Cooper and Sean Hannity took days off, so why can’t I? It’s a holiday week I seek.
Today, Indiana governor Eric Holcomb and some legislators called for the resignation of Indiana attorney general Curtis Hill. No surprise. Sure, Curtis may have gotten blasted at a bar and he may or may not have groped some women.
But the part that is not surprising is that Curtis Hill speaks his mind, he’s a black Republican, and he hired Mary Beth Bonaventura. When you buck the system, unless you’re Donald Trump, you’re probably f---ed, especially if you stick your hand up a state legislator’s dress.
This topic came up at a local watering hole. I almost fell off my stool when the guy next to me said – “Women should be groped. It’s in our DNA.”
Who among us three or four hasn’t had the urge, male or female, to touch or kiss something out of lust and wonderment. As a matter of fact, life itself could be boiled down to a constant battle between your urges and the better part of reason. Down, hand, do not reach up that dress. Cease, lips, don’t kiss that married man.
Alcohol breaks down your inhibitions. But what if you don’t have inhibitions. To steal a line from Easy Rider, “it makes you dangerous.” I don’t know who, exactly, you would be dangerous to. Yourself? Others? The future of mankind?
In other Republican news, EPA chief Scott Pruitt resigned. There’s 14 separate investigations going on about how Mr. Pruitt took some things maybe he shouldn’t have been taking, including an apartment and some hand lotion. It is no way surprising that politicians, Snack-ill-booper or Stark-oh-med, take what they can get. That’s all I have on this. No surprise.
And is it really surprising what the president said in a speech today? First of all, he made fun of the #MeToo movement. If you’re a student at a small liberal arts college 50 years from now, you’ll probably have to look this up. It’s a movement that brings to light that men have for generations been sticking their grimy, stinking hands up women’s dresses- and a whole lot more - without permission. Now, with Twitter (I hope you don’t have to look that one up), women can fight back. They’re marching on state capitols. The force of their anger is putting perpetrators behind bars or at least ruining their careers.
Are we getting a little carried away with this #MeToo movement?
Evidently our president thinks so. He made fun of it today in a speech. And he made fun of a woman he keeps calling “Pocahantas.” God forbid if you’re a native American woman tonight in America. Heaven help us all on this one.
What is my judgement on this?
As the three or four of you can probably tell by now, I’m simply too tired in my soul to care all that much about the results of this game. I would certainly rather that Curtis Hill wouldn’t grope, Scott Pruitt wouldn’t take, and president Donald Trump would have a little more decency. But in the end, to me, it’s like watching a late-night West Coast game between the Padres and the Mariners. I really don’t give a damn who wins. I just want see some action.
If you come back to the kisses,
then those other things don’t
seem to matter as much.
Tangerines on the microwave,
lunch bags in the cabinet.
It’s getting late and the moon
is saying something I can’t quite make out.
It sounds a little like –
if you come back to the kisses,
those other things don’t seem
to matter as much.