Playing a drinking game called Devil's Triangle. F-f-f-f-f-f...One-piece bathing suit. Locked door. Blacked out.
At my girlfriend's house chatting online about a damn bill and listening to a Canned Heat album. Blues-rock circa 1969 or '70. The woman looks at the news feed on her phone like she's going to throw up in her mouth. The headline and silver streaks by the sides of his face like colonial pillars as old and big as America itself. And she decries the downfall of America like some apocalyptic dirge from some Ginsburg poem from the fish-eyed depths of a green sea as was his wont circa the Cold War era.
What a surprise, the drunken prep school frat boy some-say predator who got everything he wanted since the day he was born was confirmed (or should I say anointed) to the highest court in the land. A new Supreme Court justice for the just-us system. You're not a white blue-blooded male. He won't give one shit about you. And when the good ol' oligarchy bends you over for a screwing, he sure as hell won't cry for you. He may be opposed to contraceptives for women. (Actually, birth control has only been deemed a right of privacy since the Griswold v. Conneticut ruling by the Supreme Court in 1965.)
Remember the '60s? JFK's War on Poverty. LBJ's Great Society. Civil Rights. (Remember that Canned Heat song, "Let's Work Together"?) Now it's War on the Poor and their damn civil rights. And while they're at it, women too. But you like authority, don't you? Hey what the hell, he's called the wall between church and state "wrong as a matter of law and history." So you got your good Christian boy in. Who's Christianity? I don't know, but I have an idea. Don't you?
What a tragedy that someone can tell lies about our sweet little boys, they posted on Facebook before the hearings were even heard.
Now guys I knew in high school make fun of the lines on Dr. Christine Blasey Ford's face. Guys, once popular jocks. Now fat, bald with the stink of a farting. (Boofing? Hey, it's flatulence. We were 16 for chrissake.)
Brace up, kids. It's gonna be a fun generation.
"Sixteen Candles" -- a suck-ass '80s teen comedy
