...and I'm standing at the crossroads, believe my poll numbers are sinking down.

Tsk! Tsk! The experts clearly made the point that Dear Leader was clearly in charge and not repudiated as you would suggest.

While he may not have secured any Free Trade Agreements with his fellow travelers in China, rumor has it his parting gifts were most Glorious!

Three able bodied Chinese serfs for toil in Moochelles garden, the skulls of 13 Chinese dissidents and a swell prayer rug...

Comrades,

Dear Leader clearly understands his name was not on the ballot, therefore, this voting could not be about him or his glorious collective policies. This vote is only expression of frustration with the economy, which he is clearly not responsible for, nor did he have a say in any policy choices.

Voters were upset at Timothy of the Treasury and took it out on duh Dems.

How to Sing the Blues by Lame Mango Washington (attributed to Memphis
Earlene Gray with help from Uncle Plunky, with revisions by Little
Blind Patti D. and Dr. Stevie Franklin)

1. Most Blues begin, "Woke up this morning."
2. "I got a good woman," is a bad way to begin the Blues, 'less you
stick something nasty in the next line: "I got a good woman - with
the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the firstline right, repeat it.
Then find something that rhymes...sort of: "Got a good woman - with
the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher - and she
weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues are not about choice. You stuck in a ditch: You stuck in
a ditch ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys and Cadillacs and broken down trucks. Blues
don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or SUV's. Most Blues transportation is
a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-
sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a
major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin to die yet.
Adults sing the blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough
to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City, but not in Hawaii or any
place in Canada. Hard times in St. Paul or Tucson is just depression.
Chicago, St. Louis and Kansas City are still the best places to have
the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with
male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cuz you skiing is not the
blues. Breaking your leg cuz an alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The
lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the
dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues: a. highway b. jailhouse c. empty
bed d. bottom of a whiskey glass Bad places: a. ashrams
b. gallery openings c. Ivy League institutions d. golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you
happen to be an old black man, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if: a. you're
older than dirt b. you're blind c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied. No, if: a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see c. the man in Memphis lived
d. you have a retirement plan or trust fund.
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger
Woods cannot sing the blues. Gary Coleman could. Ugly white people
also got a leg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and Baby give you gasoline, it's the
Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are: a. wine b. whiskey
or bourbon c. muddy water d. black coffee. The following are NOT
Blues beverages: a. mixed drinks b. kosher wine c. Snapple
d. sparkling water.
15. If it occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues
death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to
die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely in a
broken down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a
tennis match or getting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women: a. Sadie b. Big Mama c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men: a. Joe b. Willie c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Sierra, Sequoia, and Rainbow can't sing
the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
19. Make yer own Blues name (starter kit): a. name of physical
infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.) b. first name (see above) or
name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi, etc.) c. last name of President
(Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For example, Blind Lime
Jefferson, or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc.
20. I don't care how tragic your life; if you own a computer, you cannot
sing the blues. You best destroy it. Maybe your big woman just done sit on it.

OH MY, Comrade Whoopie, you should like an expert expert on the Blues.

So let me see, I would be Lame Lemon Lincoln? ooooh, I like that. . . and I can sing songs of the beloved late Mr. P and his sad encounter with poison goat-gonad soup, while I am traveling down the lonesome, gulag dirt road in my new 1970 Gremlin, looking for roadkill delights? This could be good!

Methinks that shovel assault on our dear Comrade Whoopie has jarred somethin' loose
in the head.... cuz' this is fantastic. ......

Anywhere in the old Soviet Republics would have been ideal for the blues....anywhere.
Just substitute "vodka" for whisky".
And it's quite easy to rhyme lyrics with " Stalin " !

" I think my baby's Stalin......she keeps on Putin me down...."

Krasnodar, you could have nailed the ax in the cap on this one. I cannot imagine the headache poor Comrade Whoopie has gone through, carrying around this impalement all these many years. It surely has loosened a few screws, so to speak. But on the other hand, the ax still looks most secure and Whoopie is still most capable, most of the time. Why, just look at the time he wasted spent working on the Blues. Impressive, is it not?

How about writing a song for Obama? er, Lame Little Barry Johnson...

I got me a woman, her name is Michelle.
Her ass is wide as the Mississippi and her feet they smell like hell.

(Ok, next verse?)

Comrade Whoopie wrote:How about writing a song for Obama? er, Lame Little Barry Johnson...

I got me a woman, her name is Michelle.
Her ass is wide as the Mississippi and her feet they smell like hell.

(Ok, next verse?)

I was thinking "Lame Barry Little Johnson"


I got the White House Blues............

Rahm done went and left me

David did too

I'm stuck here with Joe Biden and Robert Gibbs too..


OOOOOOOHHHHHH I got the White House blues.......

Democrats done passed all my bills

Chris Matthews he tingles and shills

" I got me a woman, her name is Michelle.
Her ass is wide as the Mississippi and her feet they smell like hell."

And if'n I ignore her again it won't go well
Cause dat' lill woman'o mine will give me hell

(can I use the "hell" word again??? I do not write musical songs and I do not write
rhyming verbiages. Also, do we get monies for writing songs for Obama??? Winter Solstice is coming up and all)

Fraulein....may I be of trying assistance ?

First, I make myself sit against dumpster for mood things.

" Well, I got me a woman.......she said her name is Michelle.....
Her butt's wide like "Ol Man River"........... and her feet, they really smell..... "

( Now you can freely use "hell" on your fourth line, yes ? )

A little middle class Blues

Piss off a liberal........... Learn well, Work Hard, Be Happy !

Nice vid, GM.

Bleeding Gums Murphy once told Lisa Simpson that the blues are not about making you feel better, but about making everyone else feel worse.

Or put another way, spreading the misery.

And as long as we're in a Blues state whining and complaining, here's a link to a Newsweek article on how it's not that Obama is incompetent or that there's anything wrong with his policies--it's just that being the prez means he has to do lots and lots of stuff every day and it's, like, really really hard, and it's just getting harder all the time, and the rest of us all expect, like, waa-aaay too much from the poor man!


https://www.newsweek.com/2010/11/13/is-the-presidency-too-big-a-job.html?from=rss


Here's some blues lyrics you can set to music:

On the spring day that Obama signed his health-care-reform law, for instance, he also had an economic briefing on unemployment, discussions about financial reform, a meeting at the Department of the Interior, a quick lunch, a meeting with senior advisers and then with Senate leaders on ratification of a new nuclear-nonproliferation treaty with Russia, and an Oval Office summit with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on devising a model for Middle East peace. On cable TV, meanwhile, pundits offered nonstop analysis of the holes in the new reform package, while Sarah Palin renewed accusations of Obama's “government takeover” of health care.

Anyone crying yet? Maybe this'll have you all swiping the backs of your hands under your noses:

Administration staffers and historians seem to agree on one point: the news media, often transfixed on tension and triviality, aren't helping. “Back in the '80s, people didn't feel like the press was on you all the time like they have been for the past few years,” says Hagin, the former aide to Reagan and both Bushes. Eager to please their editors, reporters—many from new Internet outlets—constantly compete for whatever scraps they can procure, no matter how evanescent. Several months into Obama's presidency, The Washington Post jockeyed to land the scoop on the breed of the first family's new dog. Not long after, the celebrity-news Web site TMZ set up a Washington office, and Politico started a franchise to monitor D.C.'s gossip. Presidential reporters occasionally pose absurd questions—about whether Obama will take a dip in the gulf, or if it's appropriate for a comedian to call the president “dude”—to drive Web traffic. When Obama does speak, his aides lament that a seemingly infinite army of pundits critiques every line, which, in turn, diminishes the power of the office's bully pulpit.

The article unwittingly makes a good case for smaller government.

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I've been waiting for this time.......when " The Excuses " come rollin' in.
Gee whiz, multi-tasking didn't seem to be a problem for any other President

( except for Jimmy " This job is harder than I thought " Carter. )

Obama has never had a job in the real world....and anything he has ever worked on was funded by the government nickel with zero-accountability for results. If he did have any business experience, even as an employee, he would have learned to " never volunteer for something you're not up for". Unfortunately for the rest of us, his narcissistic compulsions never allowed for something as demeaning as human weakness and fallibility.
It's no wonder why MSM idolizes him.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote: and the rest of us all expect, like, waa-aaay too much from the poor man!

B-b-b-but he promised he could walk on water and lower the sea levels. Racism would be nothing more than a distant nightmare. The universe would come into balance in one Utopian orgasm with no more greed and disease. Capitalism would finally be put to death and we would all be weaing Spandex™ riding high speed lite-rail into the glorious new world order of Next Tuesday™.

Is this too much to expect from the Man of Promise; the Man of Hope & Change; the Messiah? Y-y-you mean he isn't. . . god??!

Don't forget Nobel Prize winner and best of all: " The One ".

Pinkie, I had no idea. How does the poor man find time for vacations and golf?

Fraulein Pulloskies wrote:" I got me a woman, her name is Michelle.
Her ass is wide as the Mississippi and her feet they smell like hell."

Where should I put this?


I propose funny guy Jim Norton do the spoken word tour...

"Well I woke up last Wednesday//// Had me a right awful fright//// They rounded up all my homies//// Threw em out last nite"//// I got repudiation blues,//// my friends don't like me any more//// Repudiation blues,//// wern't we the ones we've waited for?//// I swear it ain't my fault, ////just the message got confused//// And now I'm on my butt with these REPUDIATION BLUES!!!! (Now play it sad and slow, fellahs!)......

The One already has a song made for him

Mannish Boy - Muddy Waters

Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey,
come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
she can't resist
I think I go down,
to old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin,
that little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls,
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
well, well, well, well
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
well, well, well, well

Yeah

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Barrack Hussein Obama Americas first Affirmative Action President. Was the bar really set that low? My God, this is the Presidency of the United States of America and the left and their friends in the media were willing to place us under an experiment in failed social engineering. I pray that God will have mercy on us all and that we can get our country back from these insane bastards.
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Comrades,
Dear Leader clearly has a handle on the tasks at hand. Remember, He is the smartest man alive or has ever lived.
I remain,Dr. Chicago

Red Jim wrote:The One already has a song made for him

Mannish Boy - Muddy Waters

For not posting the video!

Man, that 'boy' can really sing, but is the song really the Blues? I mean, being a 'man' isn't the same as shooting a man down in Memphis or being stuck in a ditch.

Sounds more like he's bragging.

Where's the misery and hopelessness?

I denounce myself!

Here a more appropriate song for The One:

Now that's the Blues, Red.

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In my top ten of all time favorite performances.. the solo (at 3:47) is inspired by Providence.

Since we've gone that road, let me share one of my favorite bands from the 1970s.

The song is called "Double Cross" - and this is what Obama might have been singing in the shower on November 3, addressing the American electorate...



Also this great song - called "Barry Laid an Egg"... Barry, Schmarry... It fits.

At the risk of dating myself, I have a Hendrix album that came with a 45 of machinegun.

This is a more equal blues song, one of my favorites. The One was singing this song Wednesday morning.

BB King knows the rabbit well.

Red Square wrote:Since we've gone that road, let me share one of my favorite bands from the 1970s.

I never heard of them. Muchas Danke Peoples Director for spreading the wealth around.

Their first album somehow made it to the Soviet black market in the 70s, even though the band was unknown at home (Fort Worth, TX). Years later, I still like it and I think it's their best album.

What's more, today I like it even more because of the Texas accent - it sounds to me as if they had George W. Bush for a vocalist - the voice is a close match.

You haven't heard it all until you've heard George W. Bush sing "Gimmie Your Head! Gimmie Your Head!" in a scary voice with a hard rock band.