The Song Remains the Same
My best friend and I were having a beer a picking some notes last night. We were discussing this SCOTUS crap. We were trying to remember a little song we wrote back in 1988.
We both came out of high school in 1980, voted for Carter and were promptly smacked with Raygun. As that decade slowly disintegrated into a christofascist Disneyland we became more and more politically active. It was really hard to be a vocal liberal in Klan'ville North small town Indiana in those days. We both spilt some blood, got some physical scars, and a bit of a police record as a result. The rise of the evangelicals were principle targets as we saw firsthand what the christofascist movement was up to as it plowed across the land and airwaves of rural America. Blowing up abortion clinics was all the rage, we saw no difference from the church burnings in the south during the 50's and 60's. The 80's we're a living hell in rural America, no matter race, it was a war on the poor of all creeds period. The absolute venom in these people was going to take a radical movement to stop them, we thought Joe Biden was the one who could do it.
So in 1987 we did everything we could for the party, for Joe Biden, for what was right. We honestly believed Biden was the only one that could punch back hard enough on these criminals. The only one that could take down a whiney GHWB and Mr. Potaoe head, whom we were all too familiar, and their burgeoning christofascist base. Like in 1980, our hopes were squashed this time by some petty self righteousness of some trying to dangle the other sides agenda of BS honesty and truth to grab some puritanical votes. 7 years of hope vanquished.
As we watched a man campaign in a tank with a helmet and cheered our guy and Sen. Kennedy lead the charge against Bork, all with the backdrop of the continuous viscous attacks on the rights of women we continued campaigning and working as hard as we could in our free time well, because that's what you do no matter what. This was an important time
In our deep depression, on the night of the election in 88, realizing very soon we would have an ex CIA director, a Hasbro toy and the growing Falwellian Dwarves running the show in DC, we got blasted and wrote our little song. Last night we couldn't remember all of the words but with this weeks happenings it was ringing a bell in our slowly age deteriorating heads. Low and behold his wife had kept some scrapbooks over the years and there it was. Once I read it I became as depressed and angry as the night we wrote it. I guess the full reality of today really hit me. The more that things change shit.
I included a pic of it. You don't have to like it or even read it. But now nearly 35 years later I can't help but think WTF IS GOING ON!!
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