TOADLICKERS
On a day that seems overwhelmed with self-righteous pontificating Substack prophets and experts on politics and warfare, I happily stumbled on this long-lost ballad by Thomas Dolby.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
There is not enough love and poetry in the modern mechanistic world.
I been looking for a blog like yours. EVeryone be SO serious these days...
I do not know if I care about that. I like it just for organizing my head with all the shit going on, has gone on, will go on...I need somewhere to squirt back at the "they did THAT!!???" if it hits me and so I do it there. It is an entirely selfish deal. Is it all true, really real? Hell no, I make all kinds of shit up, don't ever quote a quote I quoted, I will deny everything and blame you, it is now legal to do that in the post Trump world, a new tradition.
No one can control a wife, except for really good credit and unlimited supplys of the "necessities" of life I lived without for nearly fifty years because I was too stupid to realize I need it all. Should I go down in the basement and see how many rolls of TP we have? Not me, I ain't stupid anymore, I learned to say the magic words "Yes Dear... don't worry, it's alright.. the forests will grow back." I have been watching "Toadlickers" at least once a day, reminds me of the Bush Cabal, Shrub not papa. Thanks again.