Your lights are on, but you’re not home.

08 Jan

Okay, so no war with Iran, yet.  I may or may not write more about this whole thing at some point, but right now, I’ve got to bring a moment of levity in here, because despite the fact that apparently WW3 is being postponed, the announcement was done in such an amateur way as to embarrass every American. Even if Trump did the right thing for who knows what reasons, he can’t help but look like a damn fool. That ridiculous “address to the nation” today, man, what a freakish and childish stunt. I watched the television and waited for the lard-ass, who was late, natch. And if you haven’t seen it, you’ve got to find a video and watch what kind of nonsense we get now in lieu of actual statesmanship.  To make matters worse, Trump sniffed and snuffled through the entire thing like a coke addict, mispronounced words (shouldn’t a US president be required, at minimum, to be fluent in his mother tongue?), and included an inordinate amount of gratuitous crap unrelated to the topic.

I called my brother, who had not watched it, and described it to him thusly:

First, a bunch of stony-faced guys come out and flank the podium, right and left. There they stand, all severe, unsmiling, eyes vacant, all dressed in black. Behind them, a door opens. No-one has closed the drapes in the room behind them, so the sun is blinding as it shines through the now open door. Emerging from the light, you can finally make out a blurry figure. It’s DONALD TRUMP!!!!  He comes into focus as he approaches the podium. The men on the right and left do not look at him. They stare out into the cameras and wait.

Okay, right here I am thinking, “What kind of bullshit is this? Does he think he is some rock star emerging onto the stage? Yeah, coming out of the light like a rock star GOD or some such. ” And he leans into the mic and what pops into my head is….and here my brother interrupts me with, “Oh, my God! The Robert Palmer girls!”

Exactly, I say, laughing my ass off now. Because that is JUST what I was thinking of. I swear to God, I really expected to see those black-clad, somber men start shaking their hips as an opening chord was struck.

It’s all a production.  It’s a show.  Trump sure ain’t Robert Palmer, though.  He’s just the warm up band, getting us ready for the really big number coming up.

I think there is some weird stuff going on here, and I wouldn’t even begin to hazard a guess as to what it is, but the US had better find someone less ludicrous and juvenile to lead us; this guy is just a total embarrassment.

Anyway, here some of the lyrics, and a link to the video. I think I am going to spend the rest of my afternoon listening to music and try to flush the image of that imbecilic buffoon out of my mind.

You can find your own video of Trump’s speech and just try to keep from seeing Palmer’s girls when you watch it now.  Takes us to the brink of war, he does, and then puts on a shoddy televised routine like it’s some kind of elementary school production of The Seven Dwarves.

Your lights are on, but you’re not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes

You can’t sleep, you can’t eat

There’s no doubt, you’re in deep

[…] You see the signs, but you can’t read

You’re running at a different speed

Your heart beats in double time

Another kiss and you’ll be mine, a one track mind

You can’t be saved

Oblivion is all you crave […]


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Posted by on January 8, 2020 in Iran, Iraq


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