Unctuous.  Odious.  Smarmy.  These words had nearly faded into oblivion.  Until Ted Cruz came along.

Slipping down a rabbit hole, America on Cruz control




My open letter to North Carolina Governor McCrory:

Dear Gov. McCrory

No doubt you are experiencing some anxiety at the speedy, and overwhelmingly negative response to the HB2 legislation you recently signed.  But I want to thank you and your Republican colleagues for setting a precedent that will influence my choice of locations for my new startup.  As a serial entrepreneur and dedicated secular humanist, I have long wanted to be able to reflect, in staffing my companies, my deeply-held conviction that believers in creationism – especially so-called “young-earth” creationists – lack the critical thinking skills that my company demands in order to succeed in the global economy in the 21st century.  I want candidates for my new company to confirm, in writing, that they do not believe in such magical thinking, and HB2 provides the legal context for me, and other secular humanist employers, to screen job applicants who are not up to global standards.  After all, where is it written that only Christians can have “deeply-held convictions”?  I applaud you for opening up this door.

Of course, I am being (only somewhat) facetious.  I actually believe there will one day be a case, likely in front of the Supreme Court, that follows my line of reasoning.  HB2 has opened a Pandora’s Box that I am quite sure the citizens of North Carolina will regret.

So let me leave you with a suggestion:  perhaps North Carolina could re-think HB2, and instead adopt a new state motto – “Defender of the Golden Rule”.  Much more populist, and Christian, than “Esse Quam Videri”, don’t you think?



If Ted Cruz met Jesus…

Cruz is only the most unctuous and dislikable of the religious peacocks on the right, shouting his prayers for all to hear and seeking to impose his magical thinking in the public square.  I never met Jesus, but I doubt he would consider Cruz to be a member of his flock.  Frank Bruni has captured the essence of this execrable candidate:


I Tell My Friends

Bundy and the Deadbeats

Ammon Bundy, the idiot spawn of Cliven Bundy, the Nevada rancher who owes his fellow taxpaying citizens $1MM in subsidized grazing fees, tried to sell his faux-patriot schtick in Oregon, and is now in the slammer along with his confederates for the illegal, armed occupation of OUR land.  I wrote this song  “The Ballad of Bundy’s Bunglers”to out them for what they are:  greedy, self-entitled cattle ranchers whose business, and lifestyle, exists only on artificial life support provided by we the people.  Rise up, plumbers, bakers, metal-benders, taxi-drivers, carpenters and cooks, and demand the same taxpayer subsidies that Bundy and his ilk have been enjoying for decades.  Or just rise up and tell them to get a real job like everybody else…

Back in the Game Again

I have been “off the blog” for some time, busy writing topical songs about idiot politicians and Wall Street investment bankers (and performing in a series of “Art of the Protest Song” shows in Oregon, California, New Jersey, etc.  I am determined to dive back into the blogosphere, especially with the elections dominating our lives this year.  I’ll be linking to songs that I and others are writing about the current state of play in politics, society, culture, environment, etc.  Here’s one about the insanity/immorality of “sanitized” warfare, using drones over Pakistan/Afghanistan/Yemen etc. piloted by people in trailers in Reno, Nevada who go home to dinner after blasting villages thousands of miles away.  The blood on the ground isn’t free:  Predator