“… The ‘Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous’ can kiss our funky booty-hole!”
“… For as long as you believe in love and faith, hope and God above, the future of this land of ours is strong.”
Left-wing rant, right-wing cant – two great tastes that taste great together. And I got ’em both streaming on my Vox audio stash.
Ever stop to ponder just how drenched in politicized media we are these days?
Three round-the-clock cable news channels with robot armies of ideological talking heads… quasi-populist gasbags all over AM radio… amateur spin mechanics, like Roto-League fanboys – thousands and thousands of them! – spraying piss in all directions of the blogosphere, as if Thomas Paine would be proud of their time-wasting asses…
And yet, the more politics becomes a mass entertainment, the less I’m feeling entertained. Or informed. Or even engaged.
So, as with music, I look to the fringes – and to the past – for stuff that’ll cut through the noise and make some sparks jump in the ol’ frontal lobe. Because when a witless, unctuous fucker like Keith Olbermann can be taken seriously as a pull-no-punches political commentator, it’s hard to make sense of anything anymore.
(To be fair, if our troops in Iraq were found to be using corked bats, Olbermann is the first guy I’d turn to for analysis.)
Now… though I’m old enough to have dug Dead Kennedys, I haven’t followed Jello Biafra’s latter career as a hard-left spoken-word provocateur. But this 12 ½-minute track, “Become the Media” (2000), is an amusing little diatribe about our commercialist culture (Booo!) and the need for class warfare (Yaaay!).
That’s what I call entertainment.
After listening to Mr. Biafra do his thing, you might need to buck up your patriotic spirits. Gotcha covered. Just play this track – “The Good Things” – from John Wayne’s 1972 spoken-word album, “America, Why I Love Her.” (Yep, the hard right was doing spoken-word when spoken-word wasn’t cool.)
I’m talking church bells ringing, fishin’ with dad, and firemen rescuing kittens from trees. “The Good Things” is so cheesy, so cornball… Mmmm, cheesy corn ball!… I swear to God, it’ll make you long for the days when America’s husbands didn’t cheat on their wives, and none of their kids turned out gay, and all the Negroes stayed on their side of the tracks.
My thanks to rock-’n’-roll photographer Neil Motteram for permission to use the above picture of Jello Biafra.
Be well, my friends. And remember: it takes a right wing and a left wing for a turkey to fly.