With the pounding he’s taking from left, right and center over his tax-cut deal with the Elefinks — a deal that may never even get done — the prez must feel like he’s been tied to the … well, click on the video and enjoy.
A grave mistake
When the prez was unbuckling his belt, letting his pants slide to the floor and assuming the position in front of Pumpkinhead and the rest of the GOP caucus, I wonder if the video clip at top was playing in his head.
Or perhaps, he was doing his Zappadan obeisance, taking his cue from FZ’s “Keep It Greasey”:
Yippie ki-yo-ky-yay
I’m not moving to Montana soon. Too many dental-floss tycoons cluttering up Big Sky Country, with their zircon-encrusted tweezers and pygmy ponies.
But Frank Zappa was thinking about it, and said as much during a concert in Stockholm in 1971. Open your little umbrellas and rejoice, O my fellow Zappatistas.
The torture never stops
I was up until 10 last night posting ’cross goodies at VeloNews.com, then dragged ass out of the sack at 6:30 this morning to crank on some World Cup stuff. The lads in Igorre all wound up looking like chocolate Easter bunnies, or maybe Zappa on the cover of “Joe’s Garage.” Didja get any onya?
Zappy Zappadan
Pop round to zappa.com for a holiday message from The Central Scrutinizer and relive those glorious days of yesteryear with a video mashup from A Modified Dog via Ketchup Is a Vegetable.
Then shed a tear for the kids of today who must endure what Tom McGuane calls “their stupid fucking tuneless horseshit.”
The faithful among you need no reminders as to the deeper meaning behind the Festival of Zappadan, but for the noobs, Frank Zappa was taken from us on Dec. 4 and subsequently born on Dec. 21. According to Blue Gal, The Aristocrats designated this period Zappadan — “the days of the year between death and birth, that ethereal time when there was no Frank, so we must celebrate him to keep his spirit safe until his birthday again. Or it’s just a great excuse for a party that has nothing to do with the greed and debt festival known as Christmas in America.”
This year the festivities seem largely confined to other blogs and Twitter. But that doesn’t mean we can’t all be happy together.
