Every Song is like Sunday, tuneless and grey

Something has to be done about Morrissey, yes that former puff pastry leader of the band The Smiths.

The world cannot stand idly by and let continue after nearly 30 years, any more sour sonic silliness from the man.

He is the purveyor of the perfect swindle, fooling bedroom Bedouins into a charlatan’s belief that you can write one song and rerecord it for an entire career.

How does one get away with the same tired melody, the same jangly guitar and vocal delivery that scorched every track since the early 80’s?

These crimes perpetrated against the pasty, spotty adolescents have done irreparable damage to the social order.

It’s tantamount to musical pedophilia.

Conventional wisdom states that Morrissey was a precursor to the Beiber, Cyrus and Nicki Minaj travesty, soliciting permission to bore on a grand scale.

Not content to torture us through the art of the song, now he invites us to another piss poor performance of spoken word pretense, backed by third division jazz.

Listening to the protestation of a Brazilian goalkeeper would be more desirable than listening to Mozzer.

The man from Madchester has relocated to LA, that cultural void so in keeping with everything he apparently railed against as a guru for the depressed.

It would not surprise me in the least, if he has a suite at the Mirage Las Vegas, and is in talks with Siegfried for a comeback. 

Misery loves company and both have a penchant for shirts open to the waist.

Caliphates in Western clothing

As the ISIS (Islamic State in Iraq and Syria) brand gathers speed across Iraq and the Social Media, so does the speed of denial from the architects of a delusional vision. 

These caliphates in western clothing are too numerous for fingers and thumbs, but a premiership league table must include Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, Powell, Bremer, Wolfowitz and Blair. Congress isn't far off either.

In a recent Wall Street journal piece, monster in Chief Dick Cheney stated that rarely has a U.S. President been so wrong about so much at the expense of so many.” 

Could this be in reference to his former boss Dubya ?

Let’s hope so for the sake of correctness and while American and allied men and women were losing their lives sold on a fake pretext, old Dickey was helping KBR bring in forty billion in profits, a Halliburton subsidiary.

And now signatures are multiplying for Tony Blair to be ousted from a diplomatic role in the Middle East. 

The special relationship between him and Bush has left the whole region in complete chaos.

With leaders like these, who needs radical Islam?

Saddam Hussein was quarantined in a box not going anywhere - yes a monster in a box, but like Marshal Tito in Yugoslavia he kept a tight lid on ethnic tensions.

In an imperfect world, it was the best solution.

Jo Biden, who has been sidelined as a laughing buffoon rightly called it.

"Iraq needs to be broken up into a federation if there is any chance of cohesion because we have just unleashed a colossal disaster."

The West doesn’t understand Islam and probably never will. 

Nouri al Maliki doesn't care about Sunni’s and as a result played the West into thinking a secular Iraq could exist. 

If the American trained Iraqi troops are unzipping their uniforms and fleeing and not fighting for their homeland, why on earth should the West care about their country?

There are no reasons for more flesh and treasure to be deployed, Americans in particular would rather have Detroit rebuilt and watch the World Cup than have anything to do this unsolvable region.

But by way of justification we could send the aforementioned leaders in a herd of Humvee's and let them see the wisdom of their ways.

Death Revisited

The recent blotched execution of Clayton Locket reignites not only the Death penalty debate but perhaps the method of termination.

Whether you agree or not with the death penalty in America or anywhere for that matter both have worthy arguments. 

However, I find it odd that here in America one can’t get a hold of a three drug cocktail to administer for the less perceived way of extinction.

In the past America has got its supplies from Europe which now has boycotted such drugs, and Pharma USA are less keen to be associated with States that carry the death penalty. 

Hmmm how uncomfortable.

While new drugs are being sought might we stage a comeback for the rifleman or woman?

As we know, it’s easier to obtain a handful of bullets than it is to secure a restaurant reservation. 

With that in mind wouldn’t it be more cost effective to hire a sniper, with one precise shot to blot out life?

Just think of the advantages; no doctor stumbling over Hippocratic Oath, bullets plentiful and cheap. 

Heck we could get an anxious ridden teenager to comply! (but no Selfie’s)

Ah the possibilities…

Free speech if you can afford it…

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more corrupt Union, establish Injustice, insure domestic Chaos, provide for the common man and women complete disgust for its bribed legislators, promote the Corporate Welfare, and secure the diminishing of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Sounds about right…

Just when Congress gets an all time low on popularity and functionality, the Supremes (SCOTUS) vote 5 to 4 in favor of unlimited personal donations to campaign elections. 

However there is still a limit on individual money to an elected official or incumbent - Whoopee!

With a wafer thin hold on reality, The Supreme Court with chisel in hand chips away another layer of democracy.

Chief Justice Roberts declares it’s a question of Free Speech, which translates as drowning out the cries of the less affluent majority.

In effect, super empowered citizens can have their concerns addressed while the less prosperous are increasingly marginalised. 

With the flood gates opening, a tsunami wad of cash can now fill the airwaves and pummel eyeballs with Ads Ad nauseam.

How can the most honest (!) of politicians resist money of this magnitude? ; As long as the two party system remains in place, both sides perpetuate the scam and leaves the constituent drenched in apathy.

We have Harry Reid, the Senate leader loathing the Koch Brothers not just because of politics, but because he’s only a millionaire to their billions - how does that benefit the average citizen?

Putin must be laughing at the Russian style oligarchy at play here.

The temptation to disengage from voting when the wealthy are the ones that dictate and reap the rewards is palpable. 

If voting has any value at all, it at least it gives you the right to bitch and moan.

Frank Underwood in the House of Cards might have got to be President without a vote. 

It doesn't mean we should go there too.

So like the advert for the War on Drugs: ‘Just Say No’ followed by Nike’s ‘Just Do it’

Vote all of bastards out and start a fresh.

Primetime Pantomime

Sunday evening is normally reserved for Masterpiece Theater, a delicate Pinot Noir and remonstrating oneself for being absent from church.
 
Sitting through hours of the Grammys is normally deemed unsafe and falls under the category of ‘don’t try this at home ‘
 
But the highlights got me so lathered up I couldn’t resist a righteous rant on such a putrid affair.
 
The first couple of music, Bey and Jay put on a display so nonsensical that there and then I should have gone back for a second bottle. 

How in the world does an angel like Beyonce with everything going for her, bend so low in order to compete with Miley Cyrus?
 
But apparently I am owed some savage punishment for my sins (many I hear you say) and boy was it punishing!
 
I am all for gay marriage and all, but really does it have to be under a Moonie laced service with Madonna / Joan Rivers as the high priestess? Open your Heart? Say a Little Prayer more like!
 
And you know it’s all over when Ring Starr sings better than Paul McCartney, and Queenie Eye? WTF was that? 

If Paul, Madonna and Joan Rivers want to swap faces, please don’t do it in public.

And whose brilliant idea was it to have China’s Liberace Lang Lang playing with the Monsters of Morons Metallica. 
Lang Lang playing with his elbows would have been more preferable, Oh wait he was.
 
Taylor Swift had five minutes worth of song to find a melody but alas couldn’t achieve one.
 
And then from the heavens came Pink bellowing louder than Church Bells evidently desperate for a Cirque du Soleil audition.
 
Clearly the Cruise liner had come into port when Chicago and Robin Thicke teamed up; I really did think I was on the Love Boat.
 
Lou Reed perhaps would feel thankful not to be included in this Primetime pantomime, for there was little in the way of recognizing his contribution to music; nor the greatest male singer ever to sing, Ritchie Havens.
 
However there were some triumphs; Daft Punk winning and getting people to dance (remember that)
Stevie Wonder's inclusion was a breath of fresh air, at least he can still sing and the wonderful Nile Rodgers reminding us how to groove with style.

Young newcomer ‘Lordes’ broke through with an atmospheric song called Royals.

And country singer Kasey Musgrave’s, who can write a good song, and raise the roof without raising her voice gave us hope that not all is doomed.

Oh and Kanye West was nowhere near the building…

Sadly the great Pete Seeger has passed away, while no one would wish to see him in a pair of cut off’s, he represented so much about music that we have lost.
 
He once said there are plenty great songs never played on the radio. And this can be said for TV as well.

Now where did I put my corkscrew and Bible?

Power of Seduction

Zut Alors don’t you just love the French sometimes, once in a while their haughtiness becomes so endearing,it does merit a rest bite from the hackneyed proceedings of Congress. 

If you want a mild distraction from the gridlock of American politics, look across the pond and get a loada of the latest Gallic gossip.
 
French President François Hollande seems to be in a spot of bother, concerning revelations of an affair outside of an affair (very French). 

Hollande has never been married, but has sired four children with Ségolène Royal a famed socialist who ran for National office against Nicolas Sarkozy.
 
It was his current mistress (probably ex by week’s end) Valérie Trierweiler who while politically aligned supported Ségolène’s rival adding vixen venom into the mix.
 
Valérie Trierweiler known as the Rottweiler in polite society is a columnist at the top French magazine Paris Match. 

This makes a busy schedule being a commenter and first Lady of France, but in recent interviews marginalized the need for marriage (maybe a rethink there).
 
So onto Julie Gayet, an eighteen year younger version of Trierweiler weighing in at a nubile 41years young to Hollander’s 59 years old. 
She has managed to steal the affections France’s top baguette according to Closer magazine.
 
What separates French affairs from let’s say American affairs, is the almost cinematic charm of clandestine activities. 

Reports surface that President Hollande would arrive on his scooter to the apartment of Julie the actress.
This could be a scene out of a Francois Truffaut film, compared with Bill Clinton, who couldn’t be bothered to walk over the Oval room’s carpet for his night of cigars.
 
While Hollande’s approval rating is hovering in between Obama and Congress, the latest French poll among women would you believe indicates a healthy leg up!
 
This must suggest that France wants a diversion from a gloomy economy or that Rottweiler is a calculating cow ripe for comeuppance, or Hollande, not exactly a Renoir painting can be ‘Aimé par les dames’ then there lies the fortitude of hope for the last in line for good looks.
 
Recent developments (uncertain whether related to the scandal) draw upon Gallic character with joyful hilarity.
 
A truck full of horse manure was dumped outside the French National Assembly. No doubt the SWAT team was alerted for fly removal, but just imagine if that were to happen at the steps of Capitol Hill?
 
The power of seduction might get you 'femmes intelligentes chaudes', but also it can get you into a whole pile of shit!

Frank The Pope

Frank the Pope is a star let it be said, after nine months as Catholic in Chief he has charmed even born again Atheists to sing his praises. 

With an almost avoidance of below pelvis issues he has neatly charted a course of everyman humanities.
 
This can only be a good thing considering the straight jacket mentality of retiree Benedict XVI's Ratzinger. 

While the traditionalists cite cherry picking Catholicism and warn of deep schisms they must be at least relieved that the conversation has move away from derriere kissed choirboys and financial inappropriate at the Vatican Bank.
 
Frank the Pope clearly realizes that in order to keep and expand the flock he has to reset a more inclusive and realistic agenda if the Holy See is to remain more than just a tourist site. 

If you don’t go out into the crowd and meet the faithful how can they have any faith in you? 

If you don’t talk about poverty and refer to split level social divide then Bronze Age doctrine means nothing (if it ever did in the first place, whoops couldn't resist).
 
Is this a clever ploy to divert attention away from some of the heinous crimes and misdemeanors of the past? If so it seems to be working. 

However there appears to be a genuine quality about Frank that transcends religion of any brand, a fundamental goodness that radiates and allows for the skeptic to soften somewhat. 

Whether this continues only time will tell, it would be perplexing for such a redux to occur when so much rides on the modernization of the Church of Rome. 

If they don’t want to be the Microsoft of religion then they have to reinvent and rejuvenate.


Hallelujah