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Thursday, November 24, 2016

Donald Trump's Annotated Thanksgiving Message

Where are his tiny hands?
President-elect, and Twitterer In Chief, Donald J. Trump has released a Thanksgiving message that needs answering. That's why I'm here.

He hasn't held a press conference yet, but this is his 2nd video release, in an attempt to go over the heads of the media and lie directly to the 'Merkin public. The Not Now Silly Newsroom is poised to pop his pomposity.

We are very blessed to call this nation our home. And that is what America is: it is our home. 
Oh, Donald! You're only one line in and you are not only repeating yourself already, but saying the obvious.
It’s where we raise our families, care for our loved ones, look out for our neighbors, and live out our dreams.
After attacking people for almost 2 years, you now wants us to look out for our neighbours??? Unless they're Black, Muslim, or LGBT, that is. Amirite?

Look at the people you've appointed to your cabinet so far. Are those people who support inclusiveness or division? NNS reports. My readers decide.
It is my prayer, that on this Thanksgiving, we begin to heal our divisions and move forward as one country, strengthened by a shared purpose and very, very common resolve.
Are you serious, Drumpf?

You're now asking us to heal the divisions you caused with your relentless twittering?

I have a common resolve with many 'Merkins: To make it as difficult for you as the GOP did to President Obama. To make your life as miserable as your mendacious Birther campaign did for Black folk and the POTUS. To expose you as the fraud and conman you are. The next 4 years promises to be fun in that regard.
In declaring this national holiday, President Lincoln called upon Americans to speak with “one voice and one heart.” That’s just what we have to do.
Quoting Abraham Lincoln does not make you a statesman. Quoting Donald J. Trump proves you are not.
We have just finished a long and bruising political campaign. 
And, who was the biggest bullying bruiser on the block? Step right up, Divider In Chief.
Emotions are raw and tensions just don’t heal overnight. 
The dogs of hate you unleashed will never heal. You made overt racism cool again to a large segment of this country with your lies, xenophobia, and -- yes -- racism. This is all on you, Agent Orange. 
It doesn’t go quickly, unfortunately, but we have before us the chance now to make history together to bring real change to Washington, real safety to our cities, and real prosperity to our communities, including our inner cities. So important to me, and so important to our country. But to succeed, we must enlist the effort of our entire nation.
Boilerplate bullshit. The only history that will be made is of a president worse than George W. Bush. Already you have made decisions that ensure only part of the nation is represented. Again: Look at your Cabinet of Deplorables. These are all people who have a history of divisiveness.
This historic political campaign is now over. Now begins a great national campaign to rebuild our country and to restore the full promise of America for all of our people.
Your words are inclusive. Your actions are not. Your appointments are not. Your tweets are not. Since I know you to be the biggest liar to ever run for public office, I will go by your actions, not what bullshit on a teleprompter that comes tumbling from your pie hole.
I am asking you to join me in this effort. It is time to restore the bonds of trust between citizens. 
You mean the bonds you helped destroy with your scorched earth presidential campaign?

Join you? Why, are you falling apart? Buh duh boom!
Because when America is unified, there is nothing beyond our reach, and I mean absolutely nothing.
If only the presidency had been beyond the reach of your tiny hands. It should have been, but 'Merka just lost its mind.

When you made fun of a handicapped reporter, that should have ended it all. However, the people who voted for you cared little about good manners, decency, or Political Correctness. They were just pissed off at everything and everybody. You were the middle finger they extended.
Let us give thanks for all that we have, and let us boldly face the exciting new frontiers that lie ahead.
We are all watching -- in real time -- the hate you unleashed. Whether it's attacks on people who don't look like your mostly White male supporters, or the hate being expressed against you in protests that seem to grow daily. You've managed to bring the country together for a new frontier to:
Make 'Merka Hate Again.

Thank you. God Bless You and God Bless America.

The First Televised Murder ► Throwback Thursday

I found this newspaper in Pops' stuff when I was sorting
I was just 11 years old in 1963 and already numb from the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

It was the time in my life I was just becoming politically aware. Kennedy was a young, vibrant president who replaced Ike Eisenhower, who seemed like an old fuddy duddy in comparison.

I still didn't know the difference between Democrat or Republican, or what political platforms were. However, there was one thing I knew: President Kennedy was revered by the Black community for having championed the Civil Rights Act in his speech from the Oval Office on June 11, 1963. This followed his sending out the National Guard to protect 2 Black students who had enrolled at the University of Alabama, but had been prevented from attending.

It was also during this period I started going out with the moving crews for my father's store on 12th Street. [See: The Detroit Riots] This involved delivering furniture to the Black folk living in the 4-story walk-ups and duplexes in the area. One thing that always struck me was how many of these homes had small altars on mantles and tables. In these displays a combination of 3 people were represented: Jesus Christ, President Abraham Lincoln, and J.F.K.

This president seemed golden and his administration was later called Camelot by hagiographers, long before we learned of his personal peccadilloes and that he started the march into Vietnam that LBJ put on steroids.

The entire country seemed to be on hold. There was nothing else to do that Sunday morning, but sit in front of the television watching the wall-to-wall coverage of the Kennedy assassination.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was alone. I don't know where my parents or sisters were, but I was glued to the tee vee. Every channel was showing the same thing. We were shown the commotion at the Dallas police HQ as they were about to transfer assassin Lee Harvey Oswald to a safer, more secure jail.

Just as Oswald was coming into camera view, Jack Ruby lunged forward and fired one shot into his stomach. Ironically, Oswald was rushed to the same hospital where President Kennedy was pronounced dead.

This is the channel I was watching:

It was the first live televised murder and it shocked me to my core. I have now seen the same footage thousands of time in the 53 years since. We all have. But not everyone was a witness to the event as it happened.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Dr. John ► Monday Musical Appreciation

Please read the story My Days With John Sinclair, in
which Dr. John makes a surprise guest appearance
Blowing out 76 candles on his cake today is Malcolm John "Mac" Rebennack, better know to the world as Dr. John.

Dr. John became known to music lovers with the release of his first LP Gris-Gris in the late 60s. However, he had already paid his musical dues by then. He quit high school to play professionally in clubs in New Orleans. He also produced mono singles for a few local artists. His guitar-playing career was almost over before it started when his left ring finger was shot off after he came to the defense of a band mate. He switched to bass guitar for a while, but finally settled on piano.

After a run in with the law, and a 2-year stretch in a federal prison on drug charges, headed to Los Angeles. There "he became a "first call" session musician in the booming Los Angeles studio scene in the 1960s and 1970s and was part of the so-called "Wrecking Crew" stable of studio musicians. He provided backing for Sonny & Cher (and some of the incidental music for Cher's first film, Chastity), for Canned Heat on their albums Living the Blues (1968) and Future Blues (1970), and for Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention on Freak Out! (1966), as well as for many other acts", according to the know-it-all Wiki.

This hypnotic tune is from his first LP

When it became time to record his first LP, he adopted the name Dr. John Creaux after a Dr. John Montaine, a New Orleans historical character, rumoured to have been an African potentate and a practitioner of voodoo. According to the WikiWackyWoo:
He recalls reading about the original Doctor John in his youth, a purported Senegalese prince who came to New Orleans from Haiti, a medicinal and spiritual healer. The Doctor was a free man of color who lived on Bayou Road and claimed to have 15 wives and over 50 children. He maintained a fascination with reptiles and kept an assortment of snakes and lizards, along with embalmed scorpions and animal and human skulls. His specialization was healing, and as such, in selling gris-gris, voodoo amulets that protected the wearer from harm. Gris-Gris became the name of Dr. John the musician's famed debut album, his own form of "voodoo medicine".[8]
Rebennack was not supposed to be the Dr. John fronting this gumbo stew of a band. That was should have been Ronnie Barron, a singer friend from New Orleans. However, Barron's manager talked him out of it and he went to work for Sonny and Cher instead. So Rebennack took the role of Dr. John and, ironically, the studio time for Sonny and Cher, when they were unable to make their sessions.

Gris-Gris was not a big hit, but has grown in popularity in retrospect. However, it wasn't until his sixth LP, In the Right Place, that Dr. John was in the right place. The tune Right Place, Wrong Time was a Top 20 hit. And Dr. John has gone from strength to strength ever since.

Over the last number of years, Dr. John has been releasing tributes to various artists The first was Duke Elegant, dedicated to the tunes of Duke Ellington; then came Mercernary, highlighting the wonderful songs of Johnny Mercer; and Ske-Dat-De-Dat: The Spirit of Satch, a look at the first scat singer, Louis Armstrong.

Just this year, Dr. John also got the tribute treatment. The Musical Mojo of Dr. John: A Celebration of Mac & His Music is a CD and DVD concert, featuring Bruce Sprongsteen, Anders Osborne, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Allen Toussaint, Chuck Leavell, Mavis Staples, John Fogerty, and, as they say, many more. The concert was produced and arranged by Don Was.

Watch the official trailer followed by some righteous Dr. John music.