Nobody 863

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Nobody # 863

Nobody Asked Me But:

In times of war, the law falls silent. – Cicero

As time goes by - The picture is of Ryan at his prom last week.

That Was The Week That Was – As always, each of these short verses is based on a news event that happened during the past week. (Note: It would probably be better if the lines in my verses were closer to being uniform in length, but I believe this would place limits on the stories I tell, and I am unwilling to do that. As it is, each verse has its own rhythm and to find it is to get the most out of my efforts.)


Frank McCourt is losing the Dodgers

A team that he bought on the cheap
Then bled it dry
Paid his sons on the sly
Thank God we are rid of the creep

McCourt wants to know why Bud did it

Said I did everything by the book
Course my book leaves no doubt
That ethics are out
But what does that make me – a crook

Soboroff, McCourt’s new flunky, says it’s all been preordained
This is a plot to push my boss around
It’s just a baseball whim
Why should they pick on him
Just because with team’s great rep he did abscond

The GOP’s pushing their budget
Their mode is an all-out attack

But who says they are greedy
They’re hard on the needy
‘cause the needy’s too weak to fight back

Sarah says popular culture
Needs to turn back home to the right
But rather than bore you
She’ll spell it out for you
On her Twitter or Face Book web site

The groans could be heard round the country

When last week came the day that we pay
So many protest
But I’m one of the rest
It’s our price for a civilized way

But those who would scoff at this privilege
The law of the jungle adores
If they don’t have enough

Of the wonderful stuff
They’ll hit with a club and take yours

There’s a new book ‘bout fungus in Ceylon
All coffee beans killed on a spree
And, no, I’m not joke’n
I haven’t misspoken
That’s the reason the British drink tea
Our Medicare is way, way too expensive
We have no choice except to privatize

The rich will move right toward it
And if the poor folk can’t afford it
Well, after all, everybody dies

And here’s the latest story from the UK
A study shows that swearing cuts down pain
Gosh darn won’t cut it
So you might as well slut it
And say f and damn, then f and damn again

More people are crossing the border
To buy gas that’s cheaper is nice
But with so many guns
If you get shot in the buns
You wish you had paid higher price

The party goes to court to fight gay marriage
Republicans by this would like to state
To be loving and be gay

Is not the American way
So the homo thing is not up for debate

I left the movie Hanna in the middle
That’s unusual for me and fairly bold
As I walked right out the door
I wasn’t really sure

If the film was just too young, or me too old

Ann Coulter’s new book is coming out soon
She touches on themes economic
Her ideas feed
Those who barely can read
And wish she would publish in comic

Alabama’s two large football factories

Have earned an intensive new look
It is Tiger pride
Against Crimson Tide
As to which is the bigger crook

A study shows rich parent’s children
Will have to survive on their own
Said parents, we plan

To spend all we can
Let the kids read the will and then moan

There’s a mantra in the book I am reading
I can recite it by chapter and verse
It is not decay
Good's not fading away
Things are just different not worse

Let’s cut corporate tax said the big guys
Who cares if they are all-time low
As both parties said
We’re in the same bed
While paying a debt that we owe

Phil Taylor is best in profession
Which he says is not science but art
His value is clear
He earns one mil per year
And he gets it for throwing a dart

The poll shows that members still lack passion
There is no one who excites the Repub crowd
They hunger every day
For someone to show the way
But all they get are mouths who talk too loud

Only Romney was approved in double figures
The others were nowhere on the scene
He led all the rest
His percentage was best
But he finished with a not-so-sweet sixteen

Tyler Perry told Spike to go to hell
He’s tired of his racial baiting tricks

But Lee says, hell, I’m there
Every time I fill that chair
On the sideline for my awful New York Knicks

They’d rather be famous than wealthy
The poll showed kids want ‘fore they’re done
But here is the deal
It’s time to get real
Chances are they will end neither one

The Uncoupling by Meg Wolitzer

A new drama teacher comes to Eleanor Roosevelt High School in Stellar Plains, New Jersey. She announces that she is going to put on a production of Lysistrata, Aristophanes’ play in which, in an effort to halt the Peloponnesian War, the women go on a sex strike. Almost immediately, a strange cold wind sweeps through Stellar Plains and the women and girls no longer want sex with their men, or even much touching.

Wolitzer uses her device to make the point that too many lives become stuck in sameness and familiarity and stagnate. Sometimes they dissolveinto unhappiness and sometimes merely descend into boring familiarity. It is only after being shaken, not stirred, that relationships become alive again.

I really enjoyed this book.