Blame the Wolf Moon. A vacationing wife. An acid flashback. Whatever.
But when I blinked myself awake in the dark on Tuesday morning I had no idea where I was.
If dementia runs in your family, as it does in mine, this can freak you right the hell out. But I found it oddly exhilarating.
“Where am I? Who knows? Who cares? This is great!”
And then I remembered.
“Aw, shit. Trumpsylvania.”
We’re just a few all-too-short days away from the sequel to a movie I never wanted to see in the first place. “Mr. Hyde Goes to Washington” should’ve been a one-off. But nooooooo. Everything has to be a franchise now. When the Joker started getting top billing we should’ve known what was coming. It’s just one evil clown after another.
But hey: It’s an excuse for another episode of Radio Free Dogpatch, in which I make it all about me. I tell ya, it’s evil clowns all the way down.
• Technical notes: RFD favors the Ethos mic from Earthworks Audio; Audio-Technica ATH-M50X headphones; Zoom H5 Handy Recorder; Apple’s GarageBand, and Auphonic for a wash and brushup. The wolf howls from Freesound, as do the sad trombones and the vinyl scratching. “Morning Mood” is from “Peer Gynt” by Edvard Grieg. Arthur, King of the Britons, and an anarcho-syndicalist peasant come from “Monty Python and The Holy Grail.” You’ll catch a snippet of the “Grapes of Wrath” theme in there (almost went with “Death Valley Days.”). The ass-kissing is by Your Humble Narrator. The sound effect, not the actual, y’know, like, obesiance. And the classic “There Stands the Glass” is courtesy of Ted Hawkins via YouTube. As usual, all the other raving can be pinned on the landlord of this dump.
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Looks like we picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue, too.
Well remembered, sir. There’s also a riff on “Young Frankenstein” in the opener. I was gonna use Mel Brooks as the howling wolf (yes, like Your Humble Narrator, Mel is not above doing his own sound effects when necessary), but decided the real wolf sounded better.
This ain’t your Daddy’s America anymore. But, as J.J. Cale said at a Crossroads Guitar Festival, I’m just here to steal a few licks.
The trick is to retain your sense of humor. Mel Brooks is still doing the business at 98. Keep on smilin’, gang. …
You opened wondering about perhaps having an acid flashback. As a participant in those times, I can tell you that no amount of hallucination chemicals could induce visions of what we now call Rethuglican Revenge. No sir, all the bizarre appointments coming down are real. Now as for your last podcast statement, why can’t we stay here? Hell it’s safer wrapped up in our Maddog blankies than anywhere else right now.
I saw a lot of things in those Thrilling Days of Yesteryear, but I ain’t never seen nothing like this.
Herself and I keep hoping that once all these pud-pullers, pussy-grabbers, egomaniacs, eejits, god-botherers, featherbedders, pecksniffs, pimps, and pinheads get into one enclosed space, they all go medieval on each other before they can achieve their collective dream of stripping the Republic for parts and leaving it up on blocks at the side of the road.
We may just have to armor up, barricade ourselfs in this here barroom, and keep one eye peeled for red-hatted zombies, vampires, and werewoofs (Wherewoof? There woof!). It goes without saying that we will not be watching the TV news.
David Yamane posted something on his web site about the liberals and LGBTQ+ people showing up at gun shops the day after Election Day.
My brother Rich in NC has a gag picture of me taken in his study, holding a Daniel Defense AR in one hand and with a Luger strapped to my side. Not sure if we were all drinking at the time.
But might be minimal protection, come next week.
Meanwhile, speaking of armaments, Beelzebozo wants to put a five-year squid, one-term congressman, liberal-arts/MBA grad and multimillionaire god-botherer in charge of the nation’s nuclear arsenal.
The present head of the National Nuclear Security Administration, Jill Hruby, did 34 years at Sandia, leaving as the lab’s director.
Numerous experts conclude, “WTF?”
Read that article a little while ago. Indeed, WTF?
Perhaps if approved, B. Williams will show up at the Oval office one day when the kiss ass crowd is all in attendance thinking that it’s show and tell day and have a new experimental mini-nuke in his GI Joe lunchbox. He’ll discover that the red button really means Show and Hell. The area around the white house will be a toxic zone for the next 25K years, plus or minus the life of a rotting golf ball.
A number of sick liberals and a few wise non-partisan free thinkers with headquarters somewhere in the desert southwest will praise the success of MAGA – Make America Glow Again !
Have a Great Weekend and don’t forget to wipe the dust off that saddle !
Pecksniffs? I learned a new and very useful word. Thanks buddy!
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/Pecksniffian
It seems that the repugs are beginning to piss on each other over the law banning tiktok. If donny doesn’t get what he wants, the first oval hissy fit will happen tomorrow. Let the games begin!