The Battle Hymn of the Republic 2026

                            Lyrics by Christopher Mahon. Traditional music.

 

     Donald Trump's a traitor and his party backs him up

     The GOP have sold us out to Putin and his pup 

     Their party's full of crooks, and their judges are corrupt

     It's time to clean our house!

Chorus:

     We the people hold the power

     We grow stronger by the hour

     See the revolution flower

     As we take back what is ours

 

     They broke in to our capitol to cram it in their maw

     They smeared their shit on all of us-- Our history and our law

     They deny the evidence that everybody saw

     It's time to clean our house!

Chorus

     The millionaires and billionaires want more and more and more

     They can only get it by taking from the poor

     Their place in our society's a nasty pus-filled sore

     It's time to clean our house!

Chorus

     Their cult is cold and heartless 

     They revel in their hate

     They want to trample all our rights

     And they will call it great

     We'll show them what we're made of

     And send them to their fate

     It's time to clean our house!

Chorus

     The spirit of twenty-six will lead us on to victory

     We'll fight for all we're worth so to keep our nation free

     When citizens rise the tyrants fall and that's our history

     It's time to clean our house!

Chorus

 

 I don't imagine myself another Joe Hill, but this song is from my deep heart's core. As we enter these troubled times, we must remember our strength, and hold onto our resolve. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quote of the Post (for Elle Cordova)

  

 

 "But she had already stopped in front of a tall door padded with purple velvet. There were voices on the other side-- eldritch voices, the sort of voices that mere typography will remain totally unable to convey until someone can make a linotype machine with echo-reverb and, possibly, a typeface that looks like something said by a slug." 

Terry Pratchett The Light Fantastic, novel  

Pratchett had an imagination and sense of humor that was amazing. Find and read his books!   His discworld is one of literature's greatest inventions. For those of you not in the know, Elle Cordova is one of the most talented people on YouTube. I imagine she's also talented elsewhere, and, perhaps, in real life, but I have no first-hand evidence to that effect. In any event, she has perfected a style of intellectual-goofiness that is rarely seen, and almost never to the level she achieves. There is a kinship, I think, with Pratchett's work. Among other things; she's given personalities to various typefaces. Dare I say that she's given faces to typefaces? Yes. I dare. In certain parts of New York, she would be called a pisser. Everywhere else she'd be funny. And, if I had the skills, there would be some links to her channels. But I don't. So there aren't. 

Quote of the Post

 "On the way into town, on a street near the school stood the nickel emporium where all the sweet poisons hid in luscious traps....

  Inside, honey lay sheathed in warm African chocolate. Plunged and captured in amber treasure lay fresh Brazil nuts, almonds, and glazed clusters of snowy coconut. June butter and August wheat were clothed in dark sugars. All were folded in crinkled tin foil, then wrapped in red and blue papers that told the weight, ingredients, and manufacturer. In bright bouquets the candies lay, caramels to glue the teeth, licorice to blacken the heart, chewy wax bottles filled with sickening mint and strawberry sap. Tootsie Rolls to hold like cigars, red-tipped chalk-mint cigarettes for chill mornings when your breath smoked on the air."

Ray Bradbury Farewell Summer, novel

Quote of the Post

 "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."

Groucho Marx

Quote of the Post

"What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light."

Mark Twain

Perhaps the greatest irony is that Twain was a very happily married man. 

A Bit of a Tribute

This is little early for a Paddy's Day post, but as I may very well be otherwise occupied on the day, preventing dehydration with a beer or few, I'll put this in now.

This limerick, based on a true story, is dedicated to Simone Giertz. I'm a big fan. Check her out on YouTube.


    There was a young woman from Sweden
    Who said, Making things is my Eden
    But when, to her ire
    She set her own belly afire
    Said, My dignity is recedin'

Christopher Mahon

Unreality Check

Does anyone else get the impression that Donald Fucking Trump is wandering around the White House. these days mumbling 'Inconceivable!'?