…and here are the enablers of the fanatics (typically cowardly for Eric Cantor to try and blame the targets of all of the garbage getting spewed instead of attacking the spewers (word?) themselves)…
...and though it is completely unsurprising to me that our somnambulant corporate media refuses to connect the dots between the inflammatory rhetoric of Republican politicians and the vile acts that have recently occurred, I am very reluctantly featuring one of the heroes of the teabaggers and other militia types once more; it’s not so much her call for a revolution that is disturbing to me, though it is, but the petulant, pouting rage she displays at the end as she describes Obama as a “college professor,” as if that’s supposed to be some kind of an insult…
...OK, enough of all of that - in a wholly other vein, here is a tribute to Johnny Maestro of The Brooklyn Bridge and The Crests, one of the truly great voices in pop (somebody better make sure that those 50-something old fogies stop groping each other on the dance floor :-).
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The 50's. They were the best of times.
The music will last forever.
Amen to that.
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