Bright Eyes Sings about the Lies

Reading time: 4 – 6 minutes

I had never heard of the artist Conor Oberst (aka BRIGHT EYES) before the recent blogsplosion of thoughtful people spreading links to this rare expression of dissent on television against our idiotic President. Most repulsion against the atrocity that rules our country is couched in acceptable and silly humor, which is fine and makes for some levity amidst the ominous reign, but get someone like Bill Maher on network television and he’s completely censored and banned. More specifically, this kind of expression isn’t curtailed because of dissent, it’s because it’s someone actually THINKING, people! Don’t even THINK about THINKING… well, or should I say, don’t even THINK about thinking AND having a heart.

It’s hard for me to think that a person who supports Bush even has a heart (or a soul), but even I have (just) one very good friend who is wholeheartedly his supporter. I love her to death, but this is one topic we have to love each other beyond and in spite of.

BRIGHT EYES performed this on LENO. I wasn’t a fan before, but now I am definitely, AT LEAST, cheering on this smart ass singer for expressing for MOST of us exactly what we wish was allowed more freely.

When you see something like this, it puts into perspective how whitewashed our media is, and considering that this is the most hated and rejected President in U.S. History, it makes you realize just how much control must be in place for us NOT to hear more thoughtful or angry perspectives across the networks.

I am totally grateful for people like Bill Maher and Michael Moore and shit, even Sacha Boren Cohen (aka Ali G) and John Stewart who still use comedy, but really emphasize the absurdities of our media and political system. And ahhh… who can forget Al Franken and Air America Radio!?? YAY!

I might not agree with everything they say, nor do I even agree with some tactics, but these people, and so many others, really risk their careers, credibility, and status just to speak the truth or to at least comment on the reality of our horrifying situation in the world (politically). And they are not at risk because they will be rejected by the public (because HELLO, the public is way smarter than we are led to believe); but these people are at risk only because of the handful of people who own most of the media.

Anyway, here’s what everyone is talking about…


and here are the lyrics:

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s’ rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say, ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl and merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed,
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs; the ghetto’s broke
“No, they’re lazy, George, I say we don’t
Just give ’em more liquor stores and dirty coke”
That’s what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he’s not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit!!??
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

Mommie Dearest

Reading time: 2 – 3 minutes

Last year I discovered the joys of CHELSEA CINEMA CLASSICS and I think the first thing I saw was MOMMIE DEAREST. I remember seeing this movie as a kid and being so upset and disturbed; mostly because it reminded me of my own childhood. Now I watch it, and while I still wince a bit in certain scenes, I can’t help but LAUGH OUT LOUD at the high drama and dialogue and mannerisms.

This week was the anniversary of MOMMIE DEAREST night and some real enthusiasts showed up. This movie is nearing ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW in audience participation. During swim scenes, squirt guns splatted us, for instance, and during part of the scene pictured above, the famous “NO WIRE HANGERS… EVER!!!!!” scene, was greeted with big puffs of baby powder floating across the audience, while hangers were thrown to the screen. Good God. I was as annoyed by the fun as I was having it.

Hedda, in her achingly funny perfection, showed up AS Joan Crawford, wielding an axe and carrying her own bio book MY WAY OF LIFE as a resource for answers about the universe…


I wish more of you could join me and my pals for these nights out… they are SO fun!


The Pain of Condemnation

Reading time: 2 – 4 minutes


Have any of you ever started to become friends with someone with whom you felt a grand rapport to the point of intuitive ease and then had that person completely pull the rug out from under your budding friendship?

Well, I’m sitting here tonight in the wake of just that experience, feeling really stupid and thoroughly rejected.

It’s a very mournful feeling; like someone just committed suicide. You know, you feel angry and sad at the same time, and then you feel like, well, that was HIS choice; what can I do? And then the feelings start a new cycle…

The other thing that’s strange about this experience is that in the end it feels like you SHOULDN’T care, but then there is this part of you that’s still in a momentum of caring because, well, you were just side-swiped out of nowhere with a busload of rejection. No explanation, no logic, no heart… just… WHAM!

It’s really kinda awful, but only because I am making it that way, I guess. The truth is, I was never really cared about by this person and I will eventually, quickly, accept that, but I think I’m still in a little bit of shock. If someone can so easily erase you from his life and his thoughts and his interactions, then really, how much can that person have ever cared about you? To think I felt so happy and close as we started being friends is now just embarassing.

I’m sad, too, but not just because of the loss on my part. I mean, I really made a huge effort to be his friend, even through his distractions and his grief over the loss of a potential boyfriend, and most importantly through his sudden apathy and rejection of me; so it makes me sad that he could so easily walk away with not even a proper explanation or thoughtful goodbye.

And up until his sudden judgment against me, the efforts toward friendship were totally mutual and strong; not one-sided at all. Well, or so he led me to believe. I can be naive sometimes. Sometimes people just need you for a while and they don’t really see you. Yeah, maybe I was kinda like a prop for him for a short while and now more exciting things are on the horizon for him? I don’t know…

I didn’t see this coming at all, though. I feel kinda kicked. I have been judged, condemned, and apparently I have now been buried.

So, goodbye, you-know-who. I don’t know what happened, but despite that, I do wish you well.