Lame rhyming: it’s not just for brown people anymore!
From the frozen wastes of New Hampshire come fresh new voices of reaction-with a beat!
Yes, Dartmouth has yet again spawned new conservatives, but this time the youngsters are lifting their voices in song, turning that rap music into a weapon for good, not just ho/gangster celebratin’.
The hearty stew that is contemporary conservatism is a murky mix, and would-be hipster reactionaries are doing their part to further confusion.
Reagan youth yearns to enjoy somewhat contemporary rap music with all their friends, while reinforcing belief in all that is right and true.
Thanks to the stern visaged “Young Cons,” today’s youth can turn the former music of the oppressed into hymns of complacency. As we learn from the “Young Cons Anthem” [Actual title!]:
These mopes haven’t embraced your more lively versions of that rap. Theirs is more of your drone-y slowpoke rap, where you can make out every syllable because their E-Nun-Ci-A-Tion is about the only energy shown.
But their message is perhaps best absorbed in lyric form, ’cause their prose would stunt a generation:
Ford’s Theatre reopened this year after a vast fundraising and re-do, and they are going all out to mark Presidents Day Week:
Ladies & Gentlemen, Mr. Mark Russell!
Yes, the “comic” songster so lame that even PBS finally dropped him, tickling the ivories once more in Our Nation’s Capital.
Russell was cruelly mocked on The Simpsons “Mr. Lisa Goes To Washington”almost twenty years ago. He was parodied as the entertainment for Lisa’s DC award banquet, Brother Bart groaning throughout.
It was a dead-on parody of Russell’s ghastly tunes vaguely referencing politics without being in the slightest political. His own publicists boast that “He began knowing little about politics…”
The Russell case demonstrates perhaps the limits of satire. Long after they’ve been called out by anyone knowing anything, DC’s Unstoppables continue to roam the landscape, dropping triteness bombs.
First In War, First In Peace, & Not On The Tip Of Sarah Palin’s Tongue
Twenty-Twelve Dream Twixie Sarah Palin continues making the rounds of the Fox News Legends she now resides among, only to be caught out by Glen “I Know It When I See It” Beck, of all people.With the spunk and verve that have stunned America, Palin managed to fumble through answering history’s biggest softball:Who is your favorite Founding Father?
Extracted from Craig Shirley’s new Ronald Reagan homage, a tale of bawdy fun in the twilight struggle against Communism.
Such was the depth of Ronald Reagan’s Anti-Communist passion we are told, that, after being safely re-elected, Reagan felt secure enough in office to change the Soviet Union’s diplomatic licence plates to begin with “FC.”
Perhaps more plausible is the version attributing these hi-jinks to America’s now surfing-ist congressman, Dana Rohrabacher, shown here with mue, mue
authentico “Nw Reagan” Mitt Romney. Rohrabacher was a Reagan speechwriter in days of yore.
Such is the state of presidential anecdotage that stories alreadyendlesslyretold live again as colorful tales of a bygone era, in this case more of the bottomless pit of Reagan-Or-Those-Around-Him-Which-Is-Close-Enough really couldn’t stand the Stalinists.
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