Lunatic Commie Guy – BONUS POST

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Here’s a little ditty on the mayoral race in New York City, about Zohran Mamdani’s situation.

LUNATIC COMMIE GUY

sung to the tune of “Magic Carpet Ride” with apologies to Steppenwolf and to whomever else the rights may concern.

Trump likes to ream Dems out, yes yes

before his sycophantic crowd.

He’s got a stranglehold on the Right. In spades he shows his might.

Getting taxed, he fears.

He wants Mamdani out of there.

Well, you know well, what’s on Trump’s mind.

He tells you to vote against Zohran,

calls him a lunatic Commie guy.

We don’t know well, Mamdani.

He’s got big housing dreams, you see.

But social programs are never free.

Beware of LIES, all. Ask the budget SIZE, all.

Don’t let sound bites get in the way.

Like Dinkins – thirty years ago,

it’s near the end of Adams’ term.

New York City’s candidates’, mayoral campaigns are going low.

Just look around, no detailed plans can be found.

Well, you know well, what’s on Trump’s mind.

He tells you to vote against Zohran,

calls him a lunatic Commie guy.

We don’t know well, Mamdani.

He’s got big housing dreams you see.

But social programs are never free.

Beware of LIES, all. Ask the budget SIZE, all.

Don’t let sound bites get in the way.

Well, you know well, what’s on Trump’s mind.

He tells you to vote against Zohran,

calls him a lunatic Commie guy.

We don’t know well, Mamdani.

He’s got big housing dreams you see.

But social programs are never free.

Compromise – BONUS POST

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Here’s what TACO Trump is singing now.

COMPROMISE

sung to the tune of “Break My Stride” with apologies to Matthew Wilder and to whomever else the rights may concern.

Last week I passed the greatest bill.
I hush up our debt to China.
I’m acting like Reagan kinda.
You’re mesmerized by my good-news mill.
I’ve sold you down the river. Ha ha. And you love me still. Thanks Fox.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

My legend is growing.
I hope you forget my past.
With the bragging rights of Ali, I reveal the Democrats’ folly.
You turn to me to solve your problems at last.
I’m the reason why America’s so vast. Thanks Fox.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

Never let another nation of the world,

rip us off again.

Never let another nation of the world,

threaten us with anything.

If we see another nation like that,

we will tell them

we won’t put up with you.

It kills-me-to say,

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
No dirty secret’s gonna slow me down. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING.

I have to backtrack and compromise.
I will reign forever all-around. USA!
Never MIND my flip-flopPING…

The Spirit Catches You…

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The Book of the Week is “The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, a Hmong Child, Her American Doctors, and the Collision of Two Cultures” by Anne Fadiman, published in 1997. This volume alternately told the story of every last detail of the medical history (too much information!) of a child of the Hmong tribe from the country of Laos, and how the child’s fate was determined by the clash between American and Hmong cultures.

The history of Laos from the 1960’s onward is an infuriating and depressing one. Via their war-orders, American presidents destroyed Laos’ populated areas with land mines, bombs, napalm and agent orange in order to cut off a major North-Vietnam supply route called the Ho Chi Minh trail.

To start with, JFK violated an international agreement that Laos (neighboring Vietnam and Thailand) remain neutral in the event of war in the region; this, by secretly ordering, via the CIA– the recruitment, training and arming of a Hmong guerrilla army (even child-soldiers); at its peak thirty-thousand strong. This militia (consisting of the “Royal Lao”) continued fighting the (Communist) Pathet Lao (who behaved genocidally toward the Hmong), through the LBJ and Nixon administrations. Previously, the Hmongs had been farmers, growing opium-poppies and rice. This expertise of the Hmong, provided “Quiet War” funding.

The Americans’ delivery of rice (terminated in June 1974) kept the peasants from starving to death. When the Vietnam war “ended” in spring 1975, about 150,000 Laotians flooded refugee camps in Thailand (the nearest country that would take them due to funding from the United States and other “democratic” nations).

Long story short, the American government destroyed the Hmongs’ peaceful way of life of agriculture and herding in the mountains of Laos. Thus, some politicians sought to salve their consciences by allowing a few Hmong refugees to come to the United States beginning in May 1975.

Preference was obviously given to the few thousand Laotian military members who had aided the Americans, and thereafter, about 25,000 Hmong arrived through 1980. The Hmong felt a sense of entitlement in collecting American public assistance, because: the CIA broke its promises to aid the Hmong in exchange for their risking their lives to help Americans fight the Vietnam war; and the United States military wrecked their country.

In 1980, the Lee family arrived. Born in July 1982 in California, Lia was the fourteenth child born to the Lees. As a baby, Lia was diagnosed with epilepsy. Even by the late 1980’s, not one tribal member who lived in their community– Merced, CA– spoke the English language. The language barrier plus lots of other cultural differences the Lees had with Merced Community Medical Center, led to many misunderstandings and serious physical consequences for Lia through the years.

The Hmong people perform rituals based on superstitions, beliefs and customs; for, they believe in honoring their ancestors, shamanism and alternative medicine in the form of herbalism and acupuncture. Their humungous families have multi-generational households, and their priorities consist of taking care of their families, then their clan, then their own tribe.

They stick together and their mentality is one of cooperation rather than competition. Here’s an example: “Then Jonas [who speaks five languages and works long hours; an anomalous member of the Hmong tribe in that he was educated and had jobs] drove home [of one residence] to his wife, his three children, his brothers, his brothers’ wives, his brothers’ ten children, and his ringing telephone.”

Read the book to learn much, much more about the cultural clash between the Lees and their American community, some history of Laos, and how, as is typical for war-refugees coming to America, the younger generation of the Hmong tribe is becoming assimilated in this country.

The Making of A Leader

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The Book of the Week is “The Making of A Leader, The Formative Years of George C. Marshall” by Josiah Bunting III, published in 2024. This short volume detailed the career of a war hero, up until the late 1930’s.

George C. Marshall, whose name is fading from the public’s memory, was best known for playing second fiddle to Eisenhower in WWII, but he still did a good job. He was born in December 1880 in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. As a military officer, he played well with others, even his subordinates.

During WWI, Marshall got glory for deploying American troops and equipment across France, more efficiently than was thought humanly possible. He made a small dent in reducing the total number of deaths (close to 52,000) and wounded (close to 200,000) in that war.

In summer 1919, after having experienced or heard about the horrors of the war gone by, most Americans’ attitude was anti-authoritarian and pacifist. They highly doubted a new dictator would rise up anytime soon; moreover, military aggression was so expensive. Contradictorily, perhaps desperately clinging to his job, General Peyton March, secretary of war, believed the United States should have a large military of half a million already-trained men at-the-ready to deal with future threats. General John Pershing, a WWI hero, thought half of that might be necessary, as additional men could be trained quickly.

The government assigned Marshall to be an instructor at military schools on and off through the years. In the early 1920’s, he became gatekeeper and assistant to the aforementioned Pershing, military chief of staff. This new Washington, D.C. administrative job also stalled his career. Commanding soldiers in a war was the fastest way to win medals, and get a promotion to a better military title and rank.

One time, a group of men from the Tennessee GOP came to Marshall’s office when Pershing happened to be out of town, to urge Pershing to run for president. Marshall turned them away. For, he knew Pershing would be another Ulysses S. Grant as president– a naive leader whose administration was horribly corrupt.

Through the decades, Marshall was paid very little money, but when stationed overseas, his family was provided with household help in what was considered luxury accommodations in those locales.

Read the book to learn much more about: Marshall’s personality, his colleagues, and how his talents were arguably wasted when he was assigned to sit behind a desk and push paper instead of training men to fight; and the first forty years of his working life.

I Saved the World – BONUS POST

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As is well known, no one wants to see Iran experience the same kind of extremely horrible nuclear disaster Japan suffered in March 2011 (See this blog’s post, “Ghosts of the Tsunami”), and no one wants to see a radioactive cloud blow across the Middle East, to create a significantly higher probability of cancer for everyone.

Regardless of how Iran is stopped from launching missiles at Israel, America’s president Trump of course, is taking all the credit for doing so. Here’s what he’s singing now:

I SAVED THE WORLD BUT IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU

sung to the tune of “I’ll Melt With You” with apologies to Modern English and to whomever else the rights may concern.

Ending wars, I get hardly any rest.

Making peace for you is never second best.

I saw Iran, threatening the Middle East.

As you know, my miracles never cease.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

The U.S. defense, is getting better all the time.

Iran with nukes, just won’t do.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

I give you a better life, Netanyahu and I are mates.

I’m creating a state of beautiful world peace.

I made pilgrimages to make America great, like no other leaders in modern times.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

The U.S. defense, is getting better all the time.

Iran with nukes, just won’t do.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

[The future is on my side.]

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

I’m making changes, and I’m getting better all the time.

Iran with nukes, just won’t do.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

[The future is on my side.]

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

The U.S. defense is getting better all the time.

Iran with nukes, just won’t do.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

I saved the world, but it’s not about you.

Kristi Scandals – BONUS POST

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As is well known, Kristi Noem is the United States Secretary of Department of Homeland Security (DHS). Here’s a little song about her.

KRISTI SCANDALS

sung to the tune of “Sixteen Candles” with apologies to The Crests, and to whomever else the rights may concern.

[Having a bad day. Having a bad day, indeed.] Oh. I hate you so.

Kristi scandals

scream, “might makes right”

all to the delight, of the xenophobic whites.

She outs her-own scandals, makes her power-plays come true.

And she’ll be fishing, for dirt on YOU. [for dirt on YOU.]

The ends-justify the means. There’ve been brutal scenes.

She’s the most-ruthless, huffy-est DHS-chief, I’ve ever seen. [I’ve ever seen.]

Kristi scandals. Deportations will grow, until deaths and lawsuits

end her reality show, end her reality show.

The ends-justify the means. But there’ve been brutal scenes.

Oh, she’s the most-ruthless, huffy-est DHS-chief, I’ve ever seen. [I’ve ever seen.]

Kristi scandals. Deportations will grow, until deaths and lawsuits

end her reality show, end her reality show.

TACO Man – BONUS POST

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It might be recalled that “TACO” stands for “Trump Always Chickens Out.” Here’s a song about that.

TACO MAN

sung to the tune of “Rocket Man” with apologies to Elton John, and to whomever else the rights may concern.

He packed the Court to fight for the Right.

Gaining power, getting old.

And his proposals will mo-o-ost, likely be put on-hold.

He repulses the earth so much, left by his wives.

He’ll go lonely to his grave, from all his li-i-fe-long fights.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

In his shakedowns, we see all his lies.

He’s not the man the rich think they own. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

He’s TACO man, TACO man.

Doing the same deals he smeared in-the-past.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

In his shakedowns, we see all his lies.

He’s not the man the rich think they own. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

He’s TACO man, TACO man.

Doing the same deals he smeared in-the-past.

Mar-a-Lago ain’t the right place to hide secret-documents.

By the way, where’s the Wall?

Vance will be there, to raise taxes, you-know he must.

And all the academics, Trump doesn’t understand.

He relies on defamers eight days a week.

TACO man, TACO man.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

In his shakedowns, we see all his lies.

He’s not the man the rich think they own. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

He’s TACO man, TACO man.

Doing the same deals he smeared in-the-past.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

In his shakedowns, we see all his lies.

He’s not the man the rich think they own. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

He’s TACO man, TACO man.

Doing the same deals he smeared in-the-past.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time.

And we’ll be able to correct this wrong, wrong time…