THE TYGRRRR EXPRESS

Awhile back I recommended that Hillary Clinton meet Joey Tempest, the lead singer of 1980s hard rock group Europe.

Once again it is necessary for an 80s hard rock band to explain a Democratic politician.

It is time for Barack Obama to meet Mike Tramp.

Yes, the Mike Tramp from White Lion.

Today the Black Tygrrrr, known as the Tygrrrr Express, is endorsing White Lion.

http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/white_lion/artist.jhtml#bio

No, this is not about the great remake they did of the Golden Earring classic “Radar Love.”

It is not even about their hit song “Tell me.”

No, it is about the White Lion ballad that should be the official anthem of Barack Obama and the entire Demagoguic Party.

The song is called “When the Children Cry.”

You see, the left is throwing another one of their temper tantrums due to their own inability to actually accomplish anything.

They blame Rush Limbaugh. They blame Fox News. They blame insurance companies. They blame everybody except the people that they should blame…themselves.

Now I know some of you still have not figured it out, so let me sum it up quickly and then catch my flight back to the left coast.

Rush Limbaugh, despite what I said recently, did not cause 9/11.

Fox News is not responsible for the Holocaust.

Neither Glenn Beck nor Sean Hannity have ever cast a single vote against Obamacare, because no bill even came up for a full vote. Even if it did, they cannot vote.

People on the left despise George W. Bush, but there is no denying that he was more effective. After all, if he was ineffective, they would have no reason to despise him. Liberals love conservatives that fail to accomplish their goals.

President Bush had a 50/50 Senate, yet he got his tax cuts through.

Barack Obama has 60 Democrats in the Senate, and can’t get them to agree on anything except to blame Republicans.

When the Children Cry, let them know we tried.

The Pelosiraptor refers to the voters opposing her as Astroturf. The St. Louis Rams and Indianapolis Colts won many games on Astroturf.  Maybe she is blaming Republicans for the recent failure of the Rams. Then again, her opposition to Limbaugh buying them means she wants them to fail.

Ok, enough silliness for now.

Islamofacist terrorists are trying to kill us all. Conservatives care about this. We don’t have time for the absolute nonsense that consumes the left.

We do not have time to hold full time jobs in the private sector and come home to babysit screaming liberals children neglected by the nanny state the left loves.

The left has two options. Either accomplish something, or don’t.

Just quit the crying. Quit railing against other private citizens.

George W. Bush did not complain about MSNBC, which truly does exist to spread left-wing bile. He did not complain about the Jayson Blair Times. He did not make Gunga Dan Rather and Mary “fake but accurate” Mapes commit fraud and cover it up.

Barack Obama has not and will not ever encounter 10% of the criticism is his predecessor did for existing and breathing air.

It is nobody else’s fault but is own that he is seen worldwide as a likable wimp, as opposed to is predecessor, who as hated by those who hate this country no matter what.

Barack Obama and the left can either put up or shut up. Until they do the first, they may wish to try the second.

In the meantime, I am recommending that the Gerber company create a new line of baby food for Democrats. Perhaps the makers of Castor Oil can give them some before bed.

Until then, they can enjoy some White Lion songs.

The adults will be back in charge soon enough, and the children will be sent to their rooms again. Naturally, they will learn nothing from their experiences.

Perhaps Nancy Pelosi can join White Lion, and they can rename the band “Lady and the Tramp.”

Just kidding. She is no lady. Ladies are adults.

I am off to work, because that is what productive people do. I am hesitant to leave the Obama spokespeople at home alone, but at least if we give them a few pacifiers to suck on, the rest of America can get some piece and quiet from their bellyaching for awhile.

eric

Editors Note: I am en route to San Diego for Sean Hannity and his Freedom Concert. I will not be covering the Sonia Sotomayor confirmation because there is nothing to say. She got confirmed. If Republicans want to prevent another mediocre talent and leftist ethnic grievance monger on the court, then winning back the Senate is the only hope.

Besides, I have bigger concerns.

I am now officially a mobster.

This is surprising to me. I am not Italian, and most Italians I know are not mobsters either.

I like Italian food, but found the Sopranos colossally boring. For those who said “Bada Boom!” and “Bada Bing!” I responded with “Bada Yawn,” also known as “Bada who the hell cares?”

Yet in the current health care debate, anybody that goes to a town hall meeting and disagrees with the President is now part of an angry mob.

So this is actually less about mobsters than mob(ster)s.

To be part of a mob, there is only one qualification. One has to disgaree with President Obama and refuse to be silent about this.

http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2009/08/but-when-in-doubt-blame-it-on.html

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204908604574334623330098540.html

http://www.nypost.com/seven/08072009/postopinion/opedcolumnists/world_burns_as_doc_o_fiddles_183348.htm

http://michellemalkin.com/2009/08/07/i-am-the-mob/

When George W. Bush was the president, dissent was patriotic. Very leftist ran wild. Were there reasonable Democrats that protested in a civil manner? Sure. Yet the lunatics were celebrated. Every organization from “Lesbian Vegans for Libya” to “Hillary’s hags and harpies” to “Bush lied, the music died” was out in full force.

Cindy Sheehan engaged in behavior toward President Bush that can only be described as stalking. Medea Benjamin and the rest of the Code Pinkos engaged in verbal bombthrowing that bordered on terrorism.

Yet despite accusations that President Bush was clamping down on free speech, those accusations from Hollywood celebrities and other leftist nitwits defied logic. After all, people yelling about censorship at the top of their lungs with no repercussions hardly sounds like a police state.

As for Barack Obama, anybody disagreeing with him is a concern. Leftists are constantly complaining about Gestapo tactics, but they seem to enjoy them themselves. After all, what else would one call collecting evidence of conservatives criticizing the President, and then emailing the White House to inform them.

Despite having the White House and both houses of Congress, the left is more enraged than ever. They still have not grasped what election after election has told the rest of the civilized world.

Leftists don’t matter. They are, were, and lord willing, will always be irrelevant.

Without rehashing past discussions, in short, conservatives get elected by saying who they are and what they believe. Liberals get elected only when conservatives mess up, and only be denying who they are. They make up phony terms like “progressives” because they are too gutless to admit they are liberals.

Because of this, there is no mandate for liberalism in America.

For those that point out the last two elections, think again. The Democrats won in 2006 by not discussing anything remotely resembling a policy or a program. They stood for nothing, which was good enough whe the Republicans were seen as less than nothing. Naturally, outside of non-binding resolutions, and hating President Bush, they did nothing.

Then they got the White House in 2008, and they claimed a mandate for liberalism. This is false because Barack Obama denied who he was from day one of his campaign. He had a mandate to fix the economy. He did not have a mandate to remake it in the tradition of FDR.

Democrats had a few brief months where blaming Republicans for everything from killing puppies and kittens to hating seniors and children worked. Yet then a funny thing happened.

The voters wanted results. They wanted the blame game to stop. The liberals were incapable of stopping.

Liberal hatred of conservatives is pathological. They need hatred the way normal human beings need  oxygen.

With no Republicans to blame, the liberals had no choice but to blame somebody. It was tornado temper tantrum time. First the Democrats lashed out at each other. The Blue Dogs correctly understood that allowing the Pelosiraptor to dictate legislation would not her. She has a safe seat. She would not care if they all lost their seats once the legislation was passed.

Yet the Blue Dogs eventually turned into lap dogs. There was just one problem. Nancy Pelosi, Barack Obama, and even Rahm Emanuel ran into the one group of people that could not be bullied…voters.

First the Democrats got shellacked at Town Halls. Then they simply decided to stop holding them. They began a ruthless assault on ordinary Americans. Just ask Joe the Plumber.

They then verbally attacked people attending tea parties and town halls as either lunatics, or plants. Now liberals are experts in having planted questioners in their midst, to ensure favorable coverage.

I remember attending a press conference by Barbara Boxer where the questioners were required to write the questions on pieces of paper, and she would choose which ones to answer.

The liberals once had complete domination of the media. Then conservatives found outlets, including talk radio. The left came unglued, knowing that dissenting conservative opinions were even allowed.

This led to citizens getting more politically active. This is not a threat to Democracy. This is democracy.

Now the left is demonizing people attending Town Halls for simply disagreeing with the President.

The left is determined to find people that act badly. In the same way Palesiminans are having a tougher time recruiting new homicide bombers, leftists are posing as hateful conservatives because mainstream conservatives refuse to act like bat spit crazy nut jobs.

When Senator Boxer complains that the protesters are fake because they dress well, she is conceding that most liberal protesters are unshaven creatures that should be profiled at airports.

I recently attended a strategy session, and we were told as conservatives that we were to be civilized and polite. We were told not to hold up any crazy signs, or yell any bad words. This is because one incident of bad behavior will allow liberals to present all conservatives as wack jobs.

The funny thing is the conservatives did not even need this advice. Unlike liberals, they do not need to experience extensive training in civilized behavior. We do not throw objects or celebrate those who do. We would never throw shoes at Barack Obama or a pie at a liberal commentator.

The left has become so unhinged that they actually accused the senior citizens in the audience of grandstanding so that they could be on You-Tube.

It was at this moment that a liberal mobster had to settle down other liberal mob(ster)s, even though he agree with them politically.

I never thought I would witness this, but the voice of reason in this discussion was Joe Piscopo.

As a political blogger, I never even thought to ever write his name. H eis an actor or comedian who was famous for something a while back. I mean no disrespect. He seems like a nice enough guy. Yet his recent appearance on Hannity was brilliant.

I still do not understand why he wa son Hannity, but again, for a Hollywood celebrity, he actually spoke like somebody thoughtful. When the You-Tube issue was brought up, Piscopo deadpanned that “These are senior citizens. They don’t even know what You-Tube is.”

I admit, to me that is hilarious, and quite accurate. They call it “new media” because it is new. It is mainly the tool of young people.

I do not know what Joe Piscopo knows about new media, but Joe Piscopo knows about mobsters. He and Danny Devito was hilarious in “Wise Guys,” when Dan Hedaya hired each of them to kill the other one. Ray Sharkey was killed, but Piscopo bungled his way into survival.

He knows comedy, and apparently he knows seniors as well. They are not looking for internet glory. That is a young thing. They do not know You-Tube from My-Space to the Space Race to the Great Space Coaster.

My father is a bright man, but he has no idea how to do most things on a computer. He is old and set in his ways. He dictates letters, and my mother types them. I taught him how to download music, and he got angry when nobody else had the songs he liked. My mother wakes up 3am to handle eBay auctions. Again, this man is no dummy. He is just old, and not interested in Twitter and Facebook. My mother checks his email.

Many seniors are angry because they truly love America, and see liberal policies wrecking the nation they inherited.

These poeople are not fake plants. The assertion is ludicrous.

The pelosiraptor claims that these people are “carpet-bombing” this country. Many of these seniors belong to the World War II generation. They know more about carpet-bombing that the Pelosiraptor ever will.

These are not political agitators. They don’t put on war paint like Code Pink. They are not college kids that wouldn’t know a fact from an opinion if it was drilled into their skulls.

The seniors simply want to get to the truth. They want congress to read the bills they vote on. They want congress to level with them.

They want honesty.

They are not an angry mob. I have seen angry mobs. During the LA Riots of 1992, I saw a city have to be put on lockdown. It was not Republican senior citizens burning and looting. It was young people with a sense of grievance and entitlement.Why would seniors steal VCRs back then? They did not even know how to program them. (I let mine blink 12:00 because twice a day, every day, it was right.)

The left can kick and scream and cry and hurl epithets. What they cannot do is govern.

They control everything, and they are repeating their mistakes of 1992.

The louder they yell, the more they will be rejected, and the more desperate they will become.

They could try reaching across the aisle, but if they did this they would not be liberals.

Again, when hatred is a religion, it is difficult to let reason trump emotion.

I will continue to exercise my right to free speech. I will engage in democracy.

I may attend some protests. I am sure the crowds will be filled with decent and civilized human beings.

For now, it is time to hang out with some great AMericans.

The Tygrrrr Express is San Diego bound, ready to hear Charlie Daniels, Lee Greenwood, and of course Sean Hannity.

I never thought I would say this, but if Joe Piscopo is there, that would be cool as well.

We will be portrayed as angry mob(ster)s, but thousands of people singing “God Bless the U.S.A.” along with Lee Greenwood sounds like a lovefest to me.

eric

Happy 233 America!

The Tygrrrr Express is in Sacramento.

The Sacramento Queen and I will visit the beautiful island of Rio Linda, where Mt. Rush Limbaugh got his start. There were fireworks extravaganzas last night in from Downtown San Diego to the Washington State Northern border, and out Eastward to Maine and Key West, Florida. The Sacramento Queen and I will then watch the fireworks tonight in Sacramento Queen and much of her family before making it back to the City of Angels on Sunday. Naturally of course, there will be tea parties, including one at the state capitol.

I know what July 4th means to me. Independence Day is special. Before offering my own wistfulness, I would rather let some of the finest people associated with the finest military in the world offer their heartfelt sentiments. Without these brave heroes, the miracle that began in 1776 would be paler by comparison. Below are their July 4th memories, and what Independence Day means to them.

http://michellemalkin.com/2009/07/04/independence-day-america-turns-233/

http://www.freep.com/article/20090704/OPINION01/907040301/1069/An++09+declaration+of+reasons+for+celebration

ADMIRAL LEIGHTON SNUFFY SMITH

A simple answer: I think of what our forefathers sacrificed so that we could be free to work, pray and socialize as we wished. I think of Bosnia, and how I saw many people die for those very same things. I think of Iraq and Afghanistan and the number of people doing the same. We are so very lucky to have what we have yet we seldom seem to understand just what we do have in comparison to the rest of the world.

SS

RETIRED SOLDIER AND CONSERVATIVE BLOGGER SNOOPER

What does the 4th of July mean to me?

It means the Spirit of American Freedom reigns supreme throughout the world and that the vast majority of Americans, when the chips are down, will do whatever it takes to remain free.

It reminds me that when facing odds seemingly stacked against us, we as a nation will always rise to the top.

Currently, I reside in the GREAT Republic of Texas as does my son who has recently returned from the War In Iraq. I am a retired DAV and have served my nation since 1976.

As Francis Scott Key was writing our National Anthem, I can only imagine the sight of which he beheld. Every time I myself returned across The Wire and caught a glimpse of our Flag flying, chills traveled up and down my spine and that experience remains with me to this day. The American Flag represents that which millions of others wish they had. Why else is it that millions try to get to the United States and millions are not trying to leave?

July 4th, to me, represents that which no other country in the world has…True Freedom. And I and millions like me are more than willing to give the ultimate sacrifice for our way of life, politics be damned.

COLONEL AL FRACKER

Our family vacation was always spent “up north” in a one-room cabin in the woods on the 4th of July. So, when someone mentions the 4th of July, my very first thought is standing next to a bonfire by Nichols Lake in mid Michigan, the smoky scent of hot dogs tantalizing my nose and irritating my eyes. The words “freedom” and “independence” were thrown around as my Dad and relatives drank beer, ate, and retreated from long days working in a factory or climbing poles for Consumer Power Company, but those words meant little to me, as I was born free.

Ten years later, and the 4th of July meant so much more. I thought of my older brother who was born on July 2nd, the day the Declaration of Independence was signed, and how proud he was at 17 to be a Marine. Some say he died a needless death attacking the city of Hue. Three days after learning of his death, we received a letter from him describing a huge beetle he found that he wanted to add to our insect collection, and as a side note, he said not to worry because he was happy promoting freedom in a different land. Naïve? Maybe so, but poignant nonetheless.

My first official day in the Army was July 2nd, 1972, and following a two day bus trip, I remember vividly the physical pain of push-ups, gorilla stomps, inverted crawls, and grass drills executed on the 4th of July. The utter frustration of being powerless on the receiving end of verbal and physical abuse highlighted the paradox, “one must lose freedom to gain freedom”… in other words, much like the song, “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone”.

Fast forward another 35 years, and I’m part cynic and part optimist. The cynic laments our public’s concept of freedom on this special day and latches onto cautionary excerpts sent from a friend. A Scottish History professor from University of Edinburgh in 1787 cites: “A democracy will continue to exist up until the time that voters discover they can vote themselves generous gifts from the public treasury. From that moment on the majority always vote for the candidates who promise the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that every democracy will finally collapse due to loose fiscal policy, which is always followed by dictatorship.” He describes the cycle as, “from bondage to spiritual faith…from spiritual faith to great courage…from great courage to liberty…from liberty to abundance…from abundance to complacency…from complacency to apathy…from apathy to dependence…from dependence back into bondage”.

The optimist in me suggests this 4th of July will mean the same to me now as it did almost fifty years ago. We’ll build a fire and scrounge up some hot dogs. I’ll remember the coolness of the lake, my Dad’s strong laugh, and Uncle Joe losing his false teeth while water skiing…not once, but two years running. And these innocent memories will be accompanied kindly by a depth of convictions, experience, and reality…convictions of faith and service to my God, family, and country… experience of seeing what the lack of hope and freedom does to people, and the reality that each person can and must make a difference. Being free is a daily commitment, whether home, on the road, or in some foreign country. I didn’t choose to be free – I was born free, and I am committed to die that way. I will be surrounded by Soldiers who wrote a blank check to the American people, a check payable with their lives, who are living JFK’s aged yet appropriate appeal to the public: “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”. With these men on the 4th of July, I will be hopeful for a free Iraq, and more importantly, a continued freedom within the United States, and we’ll pretend there’s a lake, Uncle Joe’s false teeth, and beer on the other side of the berm.

Al Fracker
COL, IN
16th Iraqi MITT
Team Chief

LANCE CORPORAL JOHN BIVONA

For me, the Fourth of July is not just about sparklers (but man, they’re fun) and corn on the cob (no one can eat just one.). Nor is it about hot dogs, although tofu pops and smart dogs make delicious meat free ones. Please look for them at your local retail food store. I like Whole Foods. It’s my source for all the vegan organic goodness that plumps the 140 pound community of cells I call moi.

Having served as a marine in Operation Desert Storm/Shield, Independence Day takes on an even greater symbolism, as is the case for most U.S. servicemen and women. Pride, honor, tradition, heritage, corn on the cob (Sorry, I guess I am hungry)…The tenacious and bold spirit that was necessary to overcome our old world oppressors is still very much alive today. The fireworks serve as a visual reminder of the beauty in finding independence from those who put unnecessary burdens on us.

The universe rewards bold action coupled with intelligence. We had a plan. We put it into effect. Fast forward 200 years. Wal-Marts and America Idol. It sure beats Little House on the Prairie. Well, not really. Laura Ingalls, you go girl!

My mission this 4th…my plan…seek and destroy all organic corn on their cobs. Eliminate all kernels from their oppressive cobs. I will provide them independence. Fear not America. Meat free hot dogs eaten with an independent spirit my newly straightened chompers. Oohrah! Hey, where’s the relish? Go vegan. Break your chains. See what lies beyond.

LEE SORENSEN

The 4th of July always means to me one thing: The Flag.

We all know the history of our founders and their role in building our country. We even know the history of our flag. But when I see our Flag, I stop and give thanks to all the things this country has given me and done for me. It makes me want to give back to America all I can in the spirit of the last line of our Declaration of Independence,

“we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor”.

Most of us can not even begin to imagine the horrors our Military saw in Vietnam, World War 2 or the U.S. Civil War. The only thing I can do is honor those who fought for the people that could not help themselves, is by serving my country in the Military. To a lot of us it makes no matter if the war is in Iraq or Iowa, we just give to our country. Sometimes with our life.

One day in the far future I hope, a Flag will drape my coffin. It will be the proudest day of my life and wish all who see that flag know, it is the same exact flag that draped my father’s coffin as a WW2 vet, and my grandfathers as a WW1 vet. Although I will be there I wish I could see it, but you can bet I will be smiling.

So when you see Our Flag anywhere think of all the people that would defend you with their life, just because you are an American.

Lee S.

Balad, Iraq

As for me, I love the music. From Bruce Springsteen singing about Glory Days to John Mellencamp offering a story about Pink Houses, the music stays with me. John Fogerty reminds us that not everybody is a Fortunate Son.

Lee Greenwood singing God Bless the USA never fails to make me well up with emotion.

Yet for those that want to see the glory of America, I take you back in time. The place is Coney Island in Brooklyn. The year is 2007. (Update: Joey Chestnut has done it again, winning in 2009 for his third straight victory.)

http://sports.yahoo.com/top/news?slug=hotdogeatingcontest070409&prov=ap&type=lgns

On July 4th, American supremacy continues, especially in Brooklyn
“Lady Liberty is shining her beacon of freedom all over the world today, but primarily in the greatest city in the world, Brooklyn, New York.
The rest seems unimportant.
What is relevant is the real story in the news today coming out of Brooklyn, in a small area called Coney Island. Coney Island is the home of the Brooklyn Cyclones, the Boardwalk, and the original Nathans hot dog stand from 1916. Nathans hot dogs are not only the greatest hot dogs in the world, but also the home of the world famous hot dog eating contest. For the last 6 years, Japanese winner Takeru Kobayashi reigned like the Lance Armstrong of competitive eating. Not today! Not in 2007.
“NEW YORK — American Joey Chestnut broke the world hot-dog eating record Wednesday at the annual Nathan’s Famous International Hot Dog Eating Contest, downing 66 franks to beat six-time defending champ Takeru Kobayashi.” (story courtesy of Fox News)
In the 1980s, there was a growing fear that America was no longer number one, that the Japanese were replacing us. They bought Rockefeller Center. The American decline was premature, until the 21st century. Six straight Japanese wins at Coney Island left Americans questioning their greatness. Were we becoming a nation of tofu vegetarians, unable to compete? Not since the disastrous 1983 America’s Cup sailing loss have we been so low. Today, supremacy has returned. Joey Chestnut has brought the yellow hot dog belt back to the USA.
“The two gustatory gladiators quickly distanced themselves from the rest of the 17 competitors, processing more beef than a slaughterhouse within the first few minutes. The two had each downed 60 hot dogs with 60 seconds to go when Chestnut — the veins on his forehead extended — put away the final franks to end Kobayashi’s reign.”
First the British thought that they were better than us. Yet if memory serves, it was Pete Sampras that kept winning the British open in Tennis. Tiger Woods does the same in golf. The Germans? Please. Did Detlef Schrempf win anything? What about Dirk Nowitzki? The Russians have not been the same since the 1980 Olympic hockey game, which led to the the Berlin Wall crashing down. Canada? Are you kidding me. The Mighty Ducks brought the might of America another victory.
The Japanese were not going to defeat us in World War II, which lasted six years. Their domination of the Nathans Hot Dog Eating Contest lasted six years. This is no coincidence.
Yes, there are ultra serious issues concerning July 4th. It is a day about freedom, liberty, democracy, and all things red, white and blue. This column has repeatedly emphasized the pride I feel being American, and how I wish I could shake every soldier’s hand for allowing me to focus on hot dog eating contests while they handle trivial matters such as saving my life. I well up when I hear Lee Greenwood sing “God Bless the USA.” I get fired up when Toby Keith sings about putting a “boot up the @ss” of the bad guys who wish America harm. Bruce Springsteen does sing about “Born in the USA,” but I think “Glory Days,” is a great metaphor. Ours are continuing. I even find solace in the American dream expressed in John Mellencamp’s “Pink Houses,” although not everyone gets that pink house. At least they have a shot.
Some will try to paint today as a day for fat, lazy, stupid American slobs to overindulge in food. Yet if we are such awful people, why does everybody worldwide want to live here? Americans are good people, and we have been blessed. Our indulgences are our way of expressing our blessing. We give generously to other nations, and we are generous with ourselves. As we should be.
I am not Joey Chestnut. I will not be eating 63 hot dogs today, although if I could, I would. I vacation twice a year in Coney Island, where my grandparents reside, along with other family members. When I see my friends, we take that magical trip to the Boardwalk, where the Fireworks go off every weekend during the summer, and the Nathans hot dogs taste fantastic.
So whether it be sports heroes, such as Michael Jordan, Babe Ruth or Joey Chestnut, captains of industry such as Jack Welch or Donald Trump, or the fine heroes of our military, just remember what America truly is. We are high achievers. We strive to be the best. We work hard, play by the rules, and truly believe in the noble greatness of the individual. America is sometimes down, but we have repeatedly been counted out, and those counters have been repeatedly wrong.
To explain American success, I turn to one of my favorite Brooklyn people, Oakland Raiders owner Al Davis. In 1983, after winning another Superbowl, as he held the Lombardi Trophy, he was asked about what it took to achieve success. “First, you start out with great coaches. Then you get great players. Then you have a great organization. You go out and tell them one thing…Just Win Baby!”
Americans are winners. Other nations trash talk. We go about our business. When you are the best, the results speak for themselves.
July 4th is a celebration of b*tchslapping those who tried to harm us. So while I pray for the safety of our soldiers, I also pray that they b*tchslap some terrorists off the face of the Earth. They do that job brilliantly.
So as we light Roman Candles tonight, and wave those American flags sky high, let’s be thankful and grateful that we truly do live in the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
May God bless America, Brooklyn, and soldiers everywhere defending our freedoms.
Nice job Joey Chestnut. Way to bring home the yellow belt.”

Yet July 4th is about even more than the glory of that Brooklyn day. July 4th is about America the Beautiful, and nobody sings that better than the late Ray Charles.

“America…I’m talkin’ ’bout America…God done shed grace on thee…”

I would end this by saying God Bless the USA, but based on the last 233 years, he already has.

A happy and peaceful July 4th to you all. May your fireworks shine bright, your flags wave sky high, and your loved ones be close, happy, and safe.

eric

All,

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Ideological Bigotry is the hatred of people based on their political views. It is just as harmful as racial or ethnic bigotry, but gets less attention.

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For legal reasons, I had to use a picture different than the one on my blog. Simply put, after much searching, I cannot find out who owns the rights to that picture.

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eric aka the Tygrrrr Express

It is one thing to say something behind a man’s back. It is another to look into a man’s eyes.

When members of Congress debate legislation, and it passes, we are told that “the ayes have it.” Yet unfortunately, too many people voting with the ayes do not look at the people that they portend to help. They do not look into their eyes.

So many people across politics, sports, music, and other facets of life communicate without even needing words. Just look into their eyes. The message is crystal clear. While I never wish to imply that being an actor or an athlete is as consequential as defending and protecting America, there is a certain fierceness and seriousness of purpose that allow some to reach true levels of greatness in whatever they do.

Starting with acting, I have always admired Dennis Farina.

In 1985 and 1986, he played Lieutenant Michael Torello on a brilliant crime drama known as “Crime Story.” On Tuesday nights, I begged my dad to let me stay up late to watch it. I am still amazed to this day that the show only lasted two seasons. Torello grappled with Crime Boss Ray Luca in 1963 Chicago, and followed him all the way to Las Vegas and Latin America in 1964.

Ray Luca had a temper. When one of his lawyers tried to bring up a jurisdictional issue, Luca shot back, “Do I look lost?!!” The attorney calmly replied, “No. You look angry.”

The reason for Luca’s worry was because he knew not to underestimate Torello. Perhaps Farina played the role so well because he was a real life Chicago cop before turning to acting. In one scene, Luca is calling out for his henchman, “Paulie, I thought I told you to buy cheaper meat.” Torello then walks in the room, dumps Paulie on the table in front of Luca, and says, “You can’t get any cheaper than this.”

One of the very best scenes was when Torello has Prosecutor David Abrams hand Luca an injunction banning him from his own casinos. An angry Luca tries to throw the injunction in Abrams’s face, saying, “The hell I am banned!”

Torello takes over. “The hell you’re not! One step Ray…one step, into your own casino, to count your own money, drink your own booze, or bop one of your own broads, and you’re going to the joint! You want to start something tough guy? Start something with me.”

Neither man backed down, but when a subordinate mentioned to Luca that “Torello is a punk. He’s nothing.” Luca knew better. He calmly told the subordinate, “Torello is no punk. Try looking into his eyes some time.”

While Robert Deniro has the famous faces and stares, I still think Dennis Farina, from Crime Story to his stint on Law and Order, was a master at letting his eyes do the talking. That stare was real.

In real life, our soldiers capture my attention. It is one thing to carp from the sidelines. Look them dead in the face. Tell them what you feel. Then listen to them. Their presence is compelling.

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The War on Terror is an ongoing struggle. It is the determination to win this war that turned me from a casual admirer to a defender forever of President George W. Bush.

This is not about politics for me, although many of his critics let their politics prevent them from even showing him the slightest amount of humanity and decency. When he picked up the bullhorn on September 14th, 2001, I saw his goodness. On September 20th, 2001, his speech to Congress was when I saw greatness.

The reason why I love this man is simple. I looked into his eyes when he spoke, and I believed him. His sincerity never left him. In his final speech, he looked into the camera and said, “Some people went back to normal after 9/11. I never did.”

It is not about uttering powerful words. It is about sincerity. His predecessor and his successor are both more eloquent. Yet eloquence is no substitute for being heartfelt. Some people said stuff. He actually meant it. That shines through.

That is why, long after the irrelevant ones disappear, Ronald Reagan remains revered. “Tear down this wall,” was not a slogan or a platitude. It changed the world. Look at a videotape, and look in Reagan’s eyes when he delivers that line.

On a lighter political note, one set of political eyes that I will never forget is that of a Florida judge whose name I do not even recall. During the 2000 recount, one judge was so exhausted that his eyes bulged out when looking at a ballot. That look was lampooned on a potato chip commercial. The recount ended, and that Florida judge had his eyes put back in the sockets, similar to when cartoon characters expand and contract. The moment was lighthearted, but the context was significant.

Toughness is not just as simple as acting. It is also not as vital as issues of war and peace. Yet somewhere in between comes the world of sports.

Various eyes have lit up photographs forever. In baseball, Carlton Fisk hit the winning home run and then gazed at it, not in ego, but in wonder. Although that was only game 6, and his team would lose game 7, it remains a classic photo.

In hockey, Mark Messier was the heart and soul of the New York Rangers. Trailing the New Jersey Devils 3 games to 2, and on the road, Messier guaranteed victory in game 6. He then went out and delivered, becoming a one man ice equivalent of a wrecking crew. Down 2-0, and later 2-1, Messier scored 3 goals himself in the final period for a 4-2 win. After the Rangers won game 7, and then won an epic 7 game finals against the Vancouver Canucks, it was Messier looking into the camera that solidified the moment. He vowed. He delivered.

Yet a bigger hockey moment would be the 1980 Miracle on Ice at the Olympics in New York. Yes, the USA beat the Russians. Al Michaels asked if we believed in miracles. We did. Yet the sight of every American player trying to get on the stage was a sight. The Russian players looked on in amazement. The eyes of every player on both sides showed the world that something far more significant than sports had just happened.

Many people forget that the game was only the semifinals. In the finals the USA defeated Finland. Before the game, American Coach Herb Brooks showed the most powerful eyes in hockey history. He told his players before the game that, “If you lose this game, you’ll take it to your graves…your f*cking graves.”

Basketball conjured up only one man…Michael Jordan. Some say it was the flu, but others said it was food poisoning from a bad slice of pizza. Either way, a wobbly Jordan could barely walk in game 5 of the 1997 NBA Finals against the Utah Jazz. During breaks, Scottie Pippen would towel off Jordan’s head. With the game tied 85-85, Jordan got the ball and launched a 3 point shot with seconds remaining. Nothing but net. The announcer said the phrase that was said so many times when talking about Michael Jordan.

“There’s the dagger!”

Jordan collapsed on the bench, and put his head on Pippen’s shoulders. The Bulls won the championship in 6 games, and even more amazingly, in 6 appearances in the finals, the Bulls never lost. “The dagger” may have been the clutch shots, but I maintain that Michael Jordan had a pair of daggers where most people have eyes. I have never seen another athlete with a will to win that intense. Tiger Woods in golf and Pete Sampras in tennis have come very close, but Michael Jordan truly stood alone. His stare penetrated before his shot.

Yet the toughest game has to be football. Mike Singletary is legendary on film. The famous photo of the Chicago Bears defensive standout breathing cold air, staring down an overmatched opponent, was epic. I still remember him screaming, “We’re gonna be here all day baby! I like this kind of party!” He eventually went on to Coach the San Francisco 49ers. Make no mistake about it. The players know the coach is in charge.

Dick Butkus was famous for his bloody hands and hard hits. Yet Singletary had the eyes. Only one other player comes close. That is middle linebacker Ray Lewis of the Baltimore Ravens.

He dances before the game, and he screams intently, at his own teammates as well as the opponents. Before every game, he asks his teammates, “Any dogs in the house?!!!” They all bark back in unison. He instills fear from the opening snap. I have only seen one player ever truly get in his face. I still remember the playoff game between the Tennessee Titans and Baltimore Ravens.

“Ray Lewis is in Eddie George’s face, and Eddie George isn’t backing down!”

The Titans won that game, but when told about how tough Eddie George was (the two players tangled many times and had a deep mutual respect for each other), Ray Lewis reminded the sports reporters and America watching that, “Yeah, that play was a three yard loss for him.”

Very little in music approaches the visual intensity of sports. While rock music can be intense, pop music is often fluff. Either way, music is more auditory than visual, even with videos playing a role.

Yet the power of the eyes can translate into powerful music. Kylie Minogue sings, “It’s in your eyes.”

Jeff Healey is a blind guitarist. He sings about “Angel Eyes.” Yet blindness does not diminish his swagger. His other song that got airplay was “Confidence man.” “I can talk old ladies out of all their money, talk young girls into calling me honey, you know my love, is just a flim flam…yet you can’t pull the wool over me, cause I’m a confidence man.”

Slyvester Stallone will forever be famous for being Rocky Balboa, but even his intense stare had considerable help from rock group Survivor. The story about never giving up or giving in gets off to a rocking start from the first notes. Victory then awaits the person that has the “Eye of the Tiger.” Later on in Stallone’s career, he was an arm wrestler that would not give in. His look was amplified by Sammy Hagar singing “Winner Takes it all” in the movie “Over the Top.”

Third Eye Blind brought us “Semi-Charmed Life.” “I want something else, to get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life.”

Peter Gabriel gave an understated performance of “In your eyes,” for the movie “Say Anything.”

Aerosmith also did a powerful song called “Angel Eyez,” for one of their many movie soundtracks. Steven Tyler and Joe Perry have long been known for their facial reactions, especially Tyler. The word “eye” is often his battle cry, although it comes in the form of “ayayayayayayayayayay.” It sounds like Chasidic Jews chanting, although either louder or not as loud depending on the holiday or celebration.

For pure rock music, Def Leppard offers the most intense staredown with the song “Mirror Mirror.”

“Take a look into my eyes…tell me what you see…tell me is it true…when I look at you…tell me is it me…mirror mirror.” The song fades out with lead singer Joe Elliott crooning over and over again “take a look into my eyes.”

As for me, this Tygrrr once offered the song “Eyes of Rain.” A completely fictional (I wonder where these visions come from) story of a broken relationship descending into rage and violence (again, fictional thank God), it leads the story teller to lament, “Eyes of Rain…love is so insane.”

For those who care, he catches her with somebody else. At first he debates whether to kill her or kill himself in front of her. Instead he decides to destroy all their property so that they could both sit and see everything they ever worked for become rubble. I swear, in a past life, I had it bad.

I think about all of this because my first week in college brought conflict. A guy accused me of calling him a “d*ck” behind his back. I looked straight in his eyes and told him that I would never say something behind somebody’s back. I was a standup guy. I would say it to their face. Three times he made the allegation, and finally I told him for one last time that I would only say something like that to a guy’s face. He asked me how he could be sure I was telling the truth. I loudly replied, with everybody watching, “Simple, because you’re a d*ck!”

When all was said and done, his attempt to get me to back down was not happening. I knew everything was ok when I overheard him talking to his friends.

I doubt they watched Crime Story, but when one of them pointed out that I was no big deal, one of the other guys had another take on the matter. “Did you look in his eyes? He’s crazy. That guy doesn’t give a f*ck. I would stay out of his way.”

Like many people in this world, I doubt one word I said that night had any impact. The words were just icing on a cake made of ice itself.

He got my message. He looked into my eyes.

eric

It is one thing for Oliver Stone to make terrible movies that nobody of any human value cares about.

Imagine the possibilities if people with actual talent told the true story.

It is for this reason, that on the silver anniversary of Twisted Sister, I have decided to tell the real George W. Bush story.

For those that do not remember Twisted Sister, just be older. Back when MTV actually played music videos, Twisted Sister created a classic. It starts out with a son listening to loud rock music in his room. The father comes upstairs and asks his son loud, angry questions that forever changes their relationship.

Dad: “Well, Mister Sister…Who are you? Whwere do you come from? What do you want to do with your life?”

Son: “I WANNA ROCK!”

25 years later, as Oliver Stone continues to trash all that is decent and right in this world, I have obtained a copy of a conversation between a father and son that forever changed history. The story took place around 1999, extending through 2004, but in 2009 details have finally been released. That music video is below. The movie will be out in good time.

President George Herbert Walker Bush: “Well, Master Bush. Who are you? Where do you come from? What do you want to do with your life?”

Governor George W. Bush: “I wanna Be President.”

President George Herbert Walker Bush: “Why do you want to be President?”

Governor George W. Bush: “I wanna finish what you started but didn’t finish!

I want Saddam Hussein’s head on a platter!

I WANT IRAQ!”

(At this point the elderly realists will be blown out of the room by blaring guitar and flares that take the roof off of the house.)

1) “Tell me don’t invade, well all I can say, when you tell me don’t invade, I say no! No no, no no, no!

Scowcroft and James (Baker), you tell me what they say, well I’ll tell you where they can go! Go go, go go, go!

If you ask Cheney, he and Rummy and Wolfie are ready…

Tell Tommy Franks that it is time to go…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

2) Some say don’t invade, we can dialogue and all sing Kumbaya…ya ya, ya ya, ya!

Screw the Carter approach, look what happened when we let down the Shah…Shah Shah, Shah Shah, Shah!

Like Noriega, Saddam needs music shooting through him…

along with a couple bullets through the heart…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

3) Let the leftists cry, that is all, they do anyway…Way way, way way, way!

Saddam had chances, 17 of them since 1993…Three three, three three, three!

We can let the liberals serenade to sweet surrender…

Or we can win one for the U.S.A…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

4) War is what they wanted, now we can say that war is what they got…Got got, got got, got!

9/11 came, but it was America that fired the last shot…Shot shot, shot shot, shot!

The liberals carped on every little thing that I was doing…

I was saving their candy @sses, whether they liked it or not!

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ!”

Once again, history will show that I was right where it counted.

The golden age of rock music occurred between 1986 and 1992, with the seeds of greatness occurring in the immediate preceding years.

No President rocked harder and got the job done than George W. Bush.

Saddam Hussein is dead. The world is better off.

It became better off as soon as President Bush picked up that bullhorn and let the world know that the people that knocked down the Towers would hear from all of us.

Saddam Hussein did not cause 9/11. He absolutely was a terrorist. Removing him was 100% right.

He called our President’s bluff, but he forgot that the Democrats had left the White House. The men with their steel boots and balls were in charge.

The leftists were terrified we would lose.

“The Dub” was having none of it.

Saddam Hussein was done the day Dubya banged his fist on the table. It was only a matter of time until Saddam would be found in a spider hole and checked for head lice.

It all started with that fist on the table.

“Who are you?”

“I am George W. Bush, the President of the United States.”

“Where do you come from?

“The right place.”

“What do you wanna do with your life?”

“I wanna save your @ss whether you like it or not.

I WANT IRAQ!”

You got it sir. Saddam is dead. As always, well done.

eric

Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…

2007 was the year that the unbreakable bond between Palestinian terrorists and disco music was announced by the Tygrrrr Express. They both became dreadful in the 1970s and got worse with time. They both truly derived from awful creations before them. When it comes to Palestinians, rock group Spinal Tap is right when they philosophically and melodically claim that “The more it stays the same…the less it changes.”

Yet 2009 is about going retro in terms of music and genocidal lunacy.

Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…

I am not sure what is worse…the fact that I am delighted by the carnage in the Gaza Strip, or the fact that I just quoted disco. I profusely apologize for the latter. Thanks to this Middle East inferno, I actually remembered the lyrics to that Thelma Houston song that was sung in the movie Studio 54.

“Baby…My heart is burning like a ketushah rocket for you.”

It actually does tie in together. Mike Myers played the main villain in that movie, and also was Dr. Evil, who like the leaders of Hamas, are just misunderstood children that want to love and be loved.

Ummmm…no. Genocidal lunatics are killing each other, and frankly, the timing could not be better. With hockey and basketball still far from critical, and football only satiating the testosterone level one day a week, the only thing to do is enjoy a nice summer of love. Like Jan and Dean, those crazy Gaza kids “are out there having fun…in that scorched Earth Gaza sun.”

The main reason this trivial matter is treated as such is because unfortunately, it has taken comedians to offer hard nosed and hard edged common sense, while politicians were busy clowning around.

Dennis Miller, who I confess to only recently being a fan of (it is hard to almost singlehandedly destroy Monday Night Football), nailed it perfectly in discussing the differences between the political parties. “Democrats are worried about the Earth. Republicans are too busy worrying about the World.” Translation for the intellectually impaired…global warming is an abstract concept that may or may not happen one day in the future. Islamofacism has been happening for three decades, and must be dealt with right now.

Dennis Leary, refusing to be the second best comedic Dennis, has taken on the concept of Bush Derangement Syndrome. “President Bush is supposedly not smart enough to end the Iraq War, but he was smart enough to conspire to create 9/11.” As I have pointed out, liberals need every successful conservative to be either evil or imbecilic, and their inability to decide on President Bush has led them to declare he is both.

Before returning to the glorious age of disco (God help us all), I want to give you a pop culture reference…the current television show “Scrubs.” This show is fabulous not just because Zach Braff reminds me of my alter ego, “El Dorko,” but because a brilliantly and wickedly funny character named Dr. Perry Cox, when confronted with this young fellow (after one of his sweet but effeminate comments) said to him, “I am going to write you a prescription…for a brand new…pair of…testicles.”

Yes folks, that message was given in real life by Tony Blair, and hopefully it will be delivered to republicans everywhere. We could give it to the democrats as well, but the mommy party would probably prefer Vagina Monologues tickets. Dear republicans…grow a pair. Instead of being put on the defensive for making the wrong decision, how about pounding the table with clenched fists and reaffirming that the Iraq War was right then, and is right now. Those who hate you will be unchanged, but those who like you will be happy that you had a gonads transplant. You cannot win everybody over, but your lack of spine is demoralizing your supporters. Thank you to Mr. Tony Blair for reminding us what is at stake. So what if he is was forced out over the war? Winston Churchill was fired after World War II, and he is still one of the all time greats. Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan were ridiculed as well. History will vindicate those who never wavered about this war. Why should they? We are right.

There is a time for negotiation (the Russians in the 1980s), a time for overwhelming brute force (Afghanistan, Iraq, and hopefully Syria very soon), and there is a time to say “Screw it. Who cares? (Gaza…now and forever)”

Despite Gaza being Hotter than Hot Chocolate (I believe in Miracles…where ya from…you sexy thang), no amount of stripper poles and blacklights will be able to put a bow tie on this pig of an area. Heck, Gaza people (not citizens, just people) are trying to flee to Israel for safety. Are you kidding me? Aren’t Jews the enemy, and the cause of all these Gaza problems? I mean once the Jews get out, Gaza will be a land of peace.

“Palestinians of Hamas…and Fatah…join hands…start a love train…love train.” When The O’Jays sang that song, Palestinians were killing everyone around them, and as Hall and Oates did the remake, nothing had changed (and no, Earth Girls are not Easy).

“It’s just an old fashioned death song…whether it’s Hamas or it’s Fatah…It’s just an old fashioned death song…nothing’s changed since Oslo ‘93 (or the 7th century for that matter).”

To bring everything full circle, the song Disco Inferno was in the bowling movie Kingpin, with a brilliant cameo by Bill Murray. Camper Van Beethoven once sang a bizarre song called “Take the Skinheads Bowling.” As bizarre as it was, the point was that if people just took up hobbies, war and fighting would stop. So if we turn Iran and Syria into 50,000 hole golf courses, with miniature golf as well, Gaza can be one giant bowling alley, with Palestinian leaders Fatah and Hamas representing both gutters. How appropriate. We can even drill holes in the Palestinian leaders’ heads so that they can be used as bowling balls.

Why bowling? For anyone who has ever gone “cosmic bowling,” it is a lot of fun. That is where there are swirling disco lights and loud music, often disco music, playing in the background. It is like trying to bowl blind. Given that Palestinian leaders in Hamas and Fatah are blind (as well as deaf and dumb come to think of it) to their constituents’ concerns, I think cosmic bowling should be the official sport of Palestinian lunatics everywhere.

To torture them (yes, another reason to support torture), we should pipe Israeli music over the loudspeakers. Perhaps those old Yeshivah kids from the 1980s, the Beasty Boys, should be played. Given how ill Palestinians make me (and the rest of the civilized world), the album “Licensed to Ill,” should be the official Palestinian Cosmic Bowling Album.

Then again, one cannot go wrong with Disco. So as I watch Gaza, all I can think is…

“Upside down…boy Gaza you burn me…inside out…and into the ground…”

“Gaza you can do it, take the time, burn it right, you can kill all day, and burn all night.”

Ok, off to watch Palestinian Porn videos…Nothing like “Debbie does the Gaza Strip.”

eric

I have finally snapped.

People asked me if I was ok following Barack Obama defeating John McCain. I told them that like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive.

Then last night, that phrase gave me an idea. Because nobody sane was around to let me know it was a terrible idea, I went with it.

So in the spirit of 1970s disco, I can now express my feelings regarding the 2008 election.

1) “At first I was afraid…I was petrified

November 4th, 2008, the music died…

I stayed at home eating ice cream feeling sorry for myself

We lost the election…I wanted to lay down and die…

But we’ll be back…take it from me…

In Twenty Ten the crowds will all be screaming G-O-P…

The people want their taxes cut, and they want their trade free…

They do not want big government, they just want liberty…

So not so fast…slow down Barack…

You get the office key but you still cannot change the lock…

We are a loyal opposition…

We will be manning our positions…

We are alive…and we will thrive…we will survive…”

2) “Remember 1992…we were so blue…

An Arkansas fast talker and his lying crew…

His wife was going to take away all that we fought for…

And when she tried…there was Newt in ‘94…

Yes we came back…the Senate, House, and more…

We told the liberals turn around now, you’re not welcome any more…

We know that they can’t rule…

They are like kids destroying schools…

Right now they are living large…

But the adults will be back in charge…

So just stay calm…the left got lucky…

We’ve got Coleman in Minnesota and McConnell in Kentucky…

We’ve got Rudy…and we’ve got Fred…

Dems have platitudes, and maybe a bit more hair on their head

You want handsome…well we have Mitt…

He is full of hair and ideas, the left is full of (redacted)…

So let’s stand up…answer the call…

We stand for freedom and liberty, they stand for nothing at all

They have no agenda…they have no plan…

Obama has the flash, but that flash is in the pan…

The left will crumble…and they will bumble…

We are alive…we will thrive…we will survive…”

3) “This is only one short painful chapter…

In the reign of terror of the Pelosiraptor…

Let them drink their Frisco wine, let them eat their Brie Cheese…

In 2 years they will surrender on their sissy liberal knees…

We won Iraq…We’ll win Iran…

We defeated Germany and Japan…

To those who think the best days of America are gone…

You are liberal, you are boring, and as usual you’re wrong…

We are conservatives…and we are right…

If we can defeat the terrorists, with all of our might…

We can surely defeat liberals, they will mess it up themselves…

So get some rest and be ready for GOP in 2012

We will survive…we will thrive…

Republicans snap out if it, look alive…

We will survive!”

In the spirit of California and Proposition 8 legalizing gay marriage, I am prancing around my house singing this song like Kevin Kline in the movie “In and out.”

No, not really. Yet when nobody is looking, republicans are allowed to frolic. Frolicking is healthy.

I will not ever imply that anything about this column was remotely healthy.

The loose screws in me cranium, they are about to hit the floor.

Dang carpet. I wonder where they landed.

eric

Happy Hal Levine everybody. I do love the Jewish holiday season.

The Chicago Cannonball got into town last night. We will be attending the freak show in West Hollywood, followed by an awesome after party. I will be dressed as a criminal, and she will be dressed as a hot lady police officer. Yes, I am one lucky man.

Before getting to what frightens me in this life, below is my 2007 Hal Levine column.

http://www.tygrrrrexpress.com/2007/10/hal-levine-wizards-and-scary-liberals/

Now I offer you some music dedications.

The Monster Mash–It was a graveyard smash, and it is dedicated to anti-Semite and former Barack Obama adviser Samantha Power. Her hostility towards Israel did not get her kicked off the campaign trail, but calling Hillary Clinton a monster did. At least regarding her anti-Semitism and her anti-Hillarydom, she was honest.

Dead Man’s Party–Who could ask for more, Oingo Boingo fans? This has to be dedicated to the republicans. I am a proud republican, but we had better get revived ina  hurry or it will be a frighteng socialistic nation. John McCain, you are showing signs of life. Step it up.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy–For all of you Great White Fans out there, I dedicate that song to the American people who decided that one Clinton was more than enough. The were not going to try another one that was twice as scary as the first one.

Eat the Rich–Aerosmith lives on, and rocker guitarist Joe Perry has announced that he has always been a  republican. So not only is there a republican in Boston, but it is one of the coolest guys on Earth. I dedicated “Eat the Rich,” to billionaire leftists like Barbra Streisand, Jane Fonda, and Susan Sarandon, who love to bash rich people for some hypocritical reason, most likely self loathing.

As for the top 5 things that frighten me (oh you try to come up with 10 things when your girlfriend is looking lovely and ready for stuff I will not say in a family blog!):

5) People stealing my money, or as liberals call it, “fairness.” My friend Jonathan Hoenig wrote a brilliant column about this subject. He is the head sled at Capitalist Pig Asset Management. He is a proud Capitalist Pig and so am I.

http://www.smartmoney.com/investing/stocks/Creating-Jobs-Is-Job-of-Private-Sector/

http://www.capitalistpig.com/

4) Angry feminists, as if that is not redundant. I refuse to link to the Hillary Clinton website, but trust me…she is one scary woman. No wonder Bubba sleeps with one eye open.

3) The Axis of Anti-Semitism, aka the Daily Kos, Huffington Post, and Moveon.org. I am sure there are more frighteningly dreadful human beings elsewhere, but this is where the undead gather together to drink the blood of republicans, Jews, and other enemies they need to cleanse their tainted souls with. Unfortunately, unlike most Ghouls, come November 1st these monsters will still exist.

2) Terrorists. Yes, despite what liberals tell you, they still exist. Now liberals may get confused, and think that I am referring to George W. Bush. No, that would only be valid if you belong to the evil ghastly groups listed above. Terrorists want to kill us, and Barack Obama has a plan. He will ask them nicely to stop. Besides, while he himself is not a terrorist, or even a hateful scary creature, he sure does have many of them as former official advisers.

Rashid Khalidi is a terrorist. Some argue this point by saying that Khalidi is a respected professor at Columbia. “Respected Professor at Columbia” is like “Tough Diplomacy” or “Jews for Jesus.” It is contradictory. If you despise Israel and the United States, and are willing to have Armageddonijad at your school but not ROTC, than you are qualified to work at Columbia and little else.

http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=57231

http://michellemalkin.com/2008/10/31/happy-obamaween/

The only job less prestigious is to be an editor for some rag magazine like the Los Angeles Times. Every day is Halloween for the Western version of Al Jazeera. The smell of the night is not old pumpkins or corpses come to life…it is the Los Angeles Time laying in its own rancid filth.

I wish we could relocate the Los Angeles Times building to Seattle, which would be happy to accept their smugness.

Yet as much as I am terrified of an Obama Presidency since it would destroy virtually everything that is good and decent in this world, one thing still frightens me more on this Halloween. For the 20th year in a row…

1) Bea Arthur naked. Yes folks, the movie “Airheads,” remains one of the greatest movies ever made, behind “Deuce Bigalow” and a couple of other movies cheated out of Oscars.

Is it that wrong for a guy to believe in family values, while watching the video “Golden Showers With the Golden Girls” on a Friday night?

Ok, perhaps it is.

I wish you all many treats, and no more tricks. That means Barack Obama needs to stop lying about everything from his tax plan to…well virtually everything else actually.

I may wake up to a liberal nightmare on November 5th. So I guess by comparison, October 31st will be tame, safe, and moderately sane.

Happy Hal Levine everybody!

eric

Steven Tyler, the lead singer of Aerosmith, has checked himself into rehab.

http://www.aerosmith.com/

I pray that he beats whatever addiction he is facing.

My view towards drugs has not changed. I remain a hardliner, and many good people want me to be more sympathetic on the issue. I still maintain that high level drug dealers should be shot in the town square, and then hung from the nearest tree. Drug dealers destroy families. They are evil.

Drugs take lives. There is simply no good that comes out of them. Yet at the risk of minimizing the many ordinary people that succumb to various drugs, the real tragedy comes when those that have contributed sheer brilliance to this world are lost.

The word is overused, but Steven Tyler is a genius. In terms of singing range, and in writing lyrics, Steven Tyler has brought more beauty to rock music than any singer in history. With Joe Perry on guitar, the Bad Boys from Boston lit up amphitheaters. They were also known as the Toxic Twins due to all the substance abuse.

I want to make it crystal clear that I do not know what substance Steven Tyler is grappling with.

The New York Mets had two potential Hall of Famers see their lives destroyed, Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry. For Doc Gooden it was cocaine. The Straw did illegal drugs, but alcohol was his main personal hell. Green Bay Packers Quarterback Brett Favre faced an addiction to prescription painkillers, in addition to drinking alcohol in abundance. He publicly faced his addiction, beat it, and had the career that Strawberry and Gooden could have had.

Steven Tyler has had the successful career. Aerosmith has left a legacy of musical greatness that time will never undo. I hope Steven Tyler lives to continue to enjoy his legacy.

Apparently his hard partying in the 1970s left him broke. He straightened himself out, cleaned his life up, settled down to married life, and continued to put out great music. It is only now that I see how many of Aerosmith’s songs deal with his struggles, and the rare feelings of safety in an unsafe world.

DREAM ON:

“Sing women, sing for the years…sing for the laughter sing for the tears…

Sing women, just for today…maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away.”

ANGEL:

“I’m alone…and I don’t know if I can face the night…

Enough’s enough…I’ve suffered and I’ve seen the light…

You’re my angel…come and save me tonight…

You’re my angel…come and make it alright.”

AMAZING:

“I kept the right ones out…and let the wrong ones in…

had an Angel of mercy to see me through all my sins…

I was out on the street…just trying to survive…

Scratching to stay alive…

One last shot…at permanent vacation…

How high can you fly with broken wings…

Life’s a journey, not a destination…

We just don’t know, just what tomorrow brings…

It’s amazing…in the blink of an eye, you finally see the light…

It’s amazing…and I’m saying a prayer for those desperate hearts tonight.”

BLIND MAN:

“I took a course in hallelujah…

I went to night school for the blues…

I took some stuff they said would cool ya…

but nothing seemed to light my fuse…

Now it’s all, in the past…like the check that’s in the mail…

She was a tall, whiskey glass…I was an old hound dog, who just loved to chase his tail…

Until I met a blind man…who taught me how to see…

A blind man…who could change night into day…

And if I can…I’ll make you come with me…

Here comes the sun, and we’ll be chasing all the clouds away.”

WALK ON WATER:

“The cook’s in the kitchen and hiding the spoons…

I’m winking at witches and howling at moons…

Afraid of the candle, but live for the flame…

You know who I am but you don’t know my name…

Hey little darling…your love is legendary

Love’s four letters…not in my dictionary…

Excuse my position…but it aint missionary…

Oh but I want to…walk on the water with you.”

Steven Tyler is not only philosophical. He is also the king of brilliant sexual innuendo. The above songs have some clever double entendres, as do the ones below.

FULL CIRCLE:

“If I could change the world, like a fairy tale…

I would drink the love, from your holy grail…

Time, don’t let it slip away…

Raise your drinking glass, here’s to yesterday…

Time, we’re all going to trip away…

Don’t p*ss heaven off, we’ve got hell to pay…

Come full circle.”

Life can be fleeting, and although there is a tinge of hypocrisy in rich superstars bashing the rich, Aerosmith does it in a creative manner.

EAT THE RICH:

“Belive in all the good things, that money just can’t buy…

You won’t get a bellyache, from eating humble pie…

I believe in rags to riches, your inheritance won’t last…

So take your Grey Poupon my friend, and shove it up your @ss…

Eat the rich, only one thing that they’re good for…

Eat the rich, take one bite now, come back for more…

Eat the rich, I’ve got to get this off my chest…

Eat the rich, take one bite now, spit out the rest.”

Sometimes Aeorsmith told chilling stories. The most brilliant one was written by Steven Tyler himself. It was a sordid tale of a father raping his own daughter. The wife finds out about it. I am still not clear who Janie was. I maintain Janie is the wife, but others have said that Janie is the daughter.

JANIE’S GOT A GUN:

“She had to take him down easy, and put a bullet in his brain…

The spell that he was under…the lightning and the thunder knew that someone had to stop her pain…”

“Janie was arrested…the man has got to be insane…

She said cause nobody believes me, the man was just a sleaze he ain’t never gonna be the same…

Janie’s got a gun.”

Steven Tyler often mixed his sexual innuendo with his other troubles.

FALLING IN LOVE IS SO HARD (ON THE KNEES):

“Ain’t gonna be no more begging you please…

You know what I want, and it aint one of these…

Your bed to the floor, your girlfriend agrees…

Falling in love is so hard on the knees…

Don’t say enough, yeah I got the disease…

You say you will yeah but there aint no guarantees…

I’m major in love, but in all minor keys…

Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees.”

BIG 10 INCH RECORD:

“Last night I tried to tease her…

Gave her just a little pinch…

She said stop that jiving…

Whip out your big 10 inch…

record of the band that plays the blues…

Band just plays the blues…

She just loves my big 10 inch…

record of her favorite blues.”

SUNSHINE:

“I sold my soul for a one night stand…I followed Alice into Wonderland.”

The album “Just Push Play” was a giant homage to such struggles. In addition to “Sunshine,” there was “Trip Hopping,” “Fly Away From Here,” “Under My Skin,” “Outta Your Head,” and “Light Inside.”

“Living on the edge” was actually inspired by the LA riots of 1992, but it dealt with the same theme of a fragile existence.

“Take me to the other side” is about a sexual relationship, but nevertheless reaches to the great beyond.

MAMA KIN:

“It aint easy, living like a gypsy, tell you honey how I feel..

I’ve been dreaming, floating down the stream and, losing touch with all that’s real…

Whole lotta lovers, keep it undercover, never know just where you’ve been…

You’ve been fading, always operating, keep in touch with Mama Kin.”

The song “Where do fallen angels go?” is answered with the next line “I just don’t know.”

AINT THAT A B*TCH:

“Freaked out…on a long line…I feel just like I’m losing my mind…

Love is like the right dress…on the wrong girl…you never know what you’re gonna find…

Think your life is fine as wine, then you wind up like a dog in the ditch…

Life is like a warm girl…on a cold night…aint that a b*tch.”

“Kiss your past goodbye” offers more waxing philosophic.

The move “Armageddon” brought one of the best ballads ever made.

I DON’T WANNA MISS A THING:

“I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing…

Watch you smile while you are sleeping, far away and dreaming…

I could spend my life, in this sweet surrender…

Cause every moment with you is a moment I treasure…

Don’t wanna close my eyes, don’t wanna fall asleep…

Cause I’d miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing…

Cause even when i dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do…

I’d miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing.”

“What kind of love are you on?” mixes his sex and drugs metaphor.

“Monkey on my back” is strictly about his battle against drugs.

Even some of his tales of lvoe and sex border away on obsession.

MAGIC TOUCH:

“You never know what you’ve got, till they take it away…

I’m coming ready or not, going to get you some day…

I need your magic touch, don’t you know…

I gotta have it and I can’t let go…

Feel the fire, burning slow…

I gotta have it and I’m back for more.”

CHIP AWAY THE STONE:

“Chip away, chip away at the stone…

I won’t stop till your love is my very own…

Chip away, that’s what I’m gonna do…

Sweet little mama, I wanna get next to you.”

“Walk this way” contains astonishingly expressed innuendos.

“You aint seen nothing till you’re down on the muffin, and you’re sure to be changing ways.

My next door neighbor had a daughter who had a favor so I gave her just a little kiss, like this.”

“Taste of India,” and “Pink” also have lusty messages.

THE FARM:

“I get caught up in my freakness…but I aint no Peter Pan…take me to the farm.”

In one of the best rock syntheses of all time, Aerosmith performed “Dream On” with the Los Angeles Philharmonic.”

This man has simply brought too much beauty to this world for him to slip back into dependency. I hope his rehab stint is successful, and that he is remembered not for a tragic and ignominious end, but for all the beautiful moments through today.

Rather than say any more, I will quote the Aerosmith song originally done by the Joe Perry Project when Joe Perry himself was at rock bottom.

“Let the music…do the talking.”

My prayers are with you Mr. Tyler.

Best of luck.

eric