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Eat The Rich?

These are hard times in America.  While wealthy people laugh about foreclosures and discuss how much to cut Social Security with glee, the poor keep getting poorer as the rich just keep getting richer.  The age of the Robber Barons has returned.  The billionaires in America were created not from their own work but by government grants.  Grants of land to the railroads made their owners wealthy beyond imagination.  Never in the history of the USA had so few made so much money from the government.  Years later the Russians created a similar oligarchy when the Soviet Union fell apart.  Despite this or maybe because of it the heirs of these wealthy people dread using the government to improve the life of poor folk.  It seems quite fine to help out the rich, but a mortal sin to help the poor.  Evidently the poor have God on their side so the rich need the government to balance things out.  This begs the question:



‘Bama Gone Barbados

‘Bama Gone Barbados

Joshua Gone Barbados

-see Dylan (Basement Tapes)

Souls breakin’ in heartlands

Our folks old then dead

Lot of misery in Mytown

No child bein’ fed

‘Bama head of the government

He say “vote for better day”

Hope voters are callin’

But ‘Bama gone away

Well ‘Bama gone Barbados

He’s stayin’ in a White hotel

People know ain’t goodtimes

 Got many sad tales to tell

Citi the banker told our people

Don’t need you to cut my loss

Bring me another sack of dollars

Your laws be all in vain

A lot of misery in Georgetown,

You can hear all the children bawl

‘Bama’s gone Barbados

And he don’t care at all

Yeah, ‘Bama’s gone Barbados

Acts like he don’t know

Poor people in the heartland

Ain’t got no place to go

Get a bunch of rich fellas,

 Bring ’em at ‘Bama’s will

Ridin’  their big jets to Georgetown

 Empty coffer’s to fill

Goldman’s feind the overseer

I swear he’s a horrible man

He’s a-walkin’ through a WhiteHouse

Blood money in his hand

And ‘Bama’s gone Barbados

He’s stayin’ in a White hotel

Poor people in USA

Got many sad tales to tell.

Its our Justice givin’ protection

Same fellas runnin’ the game

Voters can’t do nothin’

Vote be all in vain

Goldman’s devil cussed the voters

Wave his money ‘round

Well time treatin’ Goldy with a guillotine

Heads all to the ground

Well ‘Bama gone Barbados

He’s stayin’ in a White hotel

People in USA

Got many sad tales to tell.

Theres a lot of misery in Georgetown,

You can hear all the children bawl

‘Bama’s gone Barbados

He don’t care at all

Man sleepin’ in the streets

Gettin’ old and dead

Bama’s men, in the money sweet

Smiles on their head

I wish I could go to Berlin,

Canada or Amsterdam

But the people in the cold streets

Ain’t got no place to go

‘Bama gone Barbados

Acts like he don’t know

People in USA

Got nowhere else to go.

Elizabeth Warren Responds to Scott’s Questioning of Her Heritage-2012 Campaign


2008 Campaign Lost Episode of Leave It To Beaver


Theme from Maverick 2008 Campaign (John McCain)

Theme from Maverick  (1957?)

The original:

Who is the short, white stranger there?

Maverick is the claim.

Ridin’ the bull to who knows where,

Death’s his companion. Flyin’ is his game.

Dull as a candle on the sun.

Maverick is the claim.

Wild as a witch in old Salem,

Bombin’ high up yonder, easier to maim.

Strait Talk, toot your guns. Fare thee well, Jefferson.

War is the lady that he loves the best.

Tehran to New Frontiers. Livin’ on bombs and fears

Maverick is a legend of the press.

Strait Talk, blow your Ram. Fare thee well, Uncle Sam.

Gold is the lady that he loves the best.

Yukon to New Orleans. ‘Closen on homes and liens

Maverick is a legend of the press.

Maverick is a legend of the press.

For 700 billion dollars which one was not a Maverick?

A.  Beau

B.  Brent

C.  Bart

D.  Bret

E.  John

Sarah, Oh Sarah 2008 Campaign

Sarah, Oh Sarah

-Bob Dylan 


I felt my harpoon, I looked at the sky,

When the children were babies and played on the ice.

You came up behind me, I saw you go by,

You were always so hot and steaming of vice.


Sarah, Sarah,

Whatever made you want to change your mind?

Sarah, Sarah,

So easy to look at, so hard to refine.


I can still see them playin’ with their guns in the lands,

They run to the cabin their pistols to fill.

I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their hands

As they follow each other back to the kill.

Sarah, Sarah,

Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,

Sarah, Sarah,

Auroran jewel, Republican wife.


Sleepin’ in the woods by a fire in the night,

Drinkin’ Elkscnhaps in a Tenakee bar,

Them buildin’ snowmen and hearin’ about the Light,

Snuglin’ in a sleepin’ bag under a Shooting Star.


Sarah, Sarah,

It’s all so clear, I could never forget,

Sarah, Sarah,

Lovin’ you is the one thing I’ll never regret.


I can still hear the sounds of those End Timer bells,

I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through,

Stayin’ up for days in some Yukon Hotel,

Writin’ “Glad-Eyed Lady of the Snowlands” for you.


Sarah, Sarah,

Wherever we travel we’re never apart.

Sarah, oh Sarah,

Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.


How did I meet you? I don’t know.

A messenger sent me a deep revelation.

You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow

And on Lamestream media a great sensation.


Sarah, oh Sarah,

Aquarian Sphinx in an Eskimo dress,

Sarah, Sarah,

He must forgive us our unworthiness.


Now the shore is deserted except for some crude

And a piece of a dead bird that floats by the shore.

You always responded, you weren’t so prude,

You gimme a map and the key to your door.


Sarah, oh Sarah,

Borealis nymph with an UZI in tow,

Sarah, oh Sarah,

Don’t ever leave me, please just go.


Note:  This early draft (never before published) of Sara was discovered 

by garbologist AJ Weberman in the 1970’s.  

These events involving Dylan and Sarah took place in the eighties. 

Must have been during Bob’s Christian time.  

Remarkably prescient, Dylan’s life and

music transcend time, space and whatever else there is.

White Moose (2008 Campaign)

Sung to White Rabbit

One prayer makes you larger
And one prayer makes you small
And the ones that Mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Sarah
When she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing reindeer
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a tongue speaking holy roller
Has given you the call
Call Sarah
When she was just small
When the wolves on the tundra
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of moose dip
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Sarah
I think she’ll know
When bridges and oil barrels
Have fallen icy dead
And the White Right is talking backwards
And the Black King’s all “ride her sled!”
Remember what the polar bear said:
“Where’s your head, Feed your head, Take your meds”