Baffle Em With Bullshit! When everyone is screaming, No one is listening, And you learn, How to entertain yourself. If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, Baffle them with bullshit! Or stand there and take it like an idiot, But the idea your voice or vote still matter, Is a joke in bad taste. The idea this is still politics is a marketing ploy. Again, I have a free standing offer to teach anyone, How to use a dictionary, and a search engine. How to tell when its better to use a slot machine, Rather than bothering to pull on a voting machine. Even Tea Party members call each other commies, So, please, feel free to call anyone anything you prefer! Please, feel free to just call me ignorant! But, in my ignorant opinion, Conservatives need to pull their heads out of their asses, And, get serious about who they are fighting for, Or become the most infamous clowns in US history, The ones, that brought the South to its knees again. Me, I moved north, the KKK bullshit is too boring and repetitious. Drinking saltwater always leaves me with a hang-over. If Oprah is elected, the crap may hit the fan Big Time, And, all the vitriolic crap, still coming out of the south, Will compel the rest of the country to smack them down hard. There is no other choice, when senile idiots become hysterical, Screaming so loudly nobody else can hear themselves think! Threatening to sink the entire ship if they don't get their way, Waving guns in the air and wrapping themselves in the flag! Protesting the whole time, that they are not neo-Nazis, And insisting on throwing everyone else overboard!
Yep, along with Mark Twain and other classics. Frank Zappa is a Zen master of the genre. In Field's day, people still knew what salt-of-the-earth meant.
If you can't tell, I grew up around these people and William Faulkner is their idea of light reading. You would not believe the lowbrow slapstick involved which, sometimes, shines a spotlight on what amazing grace means to people. The wife of a KKK store owner, once went to the pastor of a black church, humbled and begging for help. They both ended up in the pastor's capable hands. They had no one else to turn to. My grandmother was a hill billy, who baby sat for Loretta Lynn and I used to raft down the Shenandoah in my underwear, to go fishing for a few days with a loaf of bread. Some of us, remember where paradise lay. I've lived within an hour of Walton's mountain, and other famous places that are the birth place of famous celebrities. Locals always give them their distance, considering it the worst breach of manners to not make them feel right at home. I know people who attend KKK rallies not because they don't like black people, but because they love nothing more than spouting vitriolic bullshit and either dominating or submitting. Like a chicken. In the 1990s Southern Baptist preachers became so competitive they chased away half their own congregation, insisting they would come back again once things cooled down and, of course, they did.
