Know some stubborn voter who still can't quite decide, and you need an eleventh-hour motivator to get them to vote before the polls close?  This would do it for me!  Deal-closer, baby!  After guys like Dave Mustaine turning idiot on us, it's good to know that the baddest man in rock 'n' roll is on our side.

Lemmy from Motörhead has done a Rolling Stone interview, and I'll tell you what he said about Romney and Obama (or, just for this diary, I'm making that Öbama) after the probably-very-metal swirly-thingamajig, there.

Interviewer: When I interviewed Chuck (Berry), I mentioned the segregated venues he used to play in the South when he was younger. He teared up and recalled, "My dad said, 'I don't know if we'll live to see it but one day we will [have an African-American President] – and I thank God that I have."

Lemmy: I would have said America wasn't ready for it. And I don't think they were, because they're trying to drag him down now. I mean, the poor fucker's only just gotten rid of all that George Bush shit that he left, or is trying to. And he's being stonewalled by the fucking Congress all the time. I don't know how he's gotten anything done. They should be glad. I mean the alternative is Mitt Romney. Please, please don't vote for Mitt Romney. Fuck him. Repeal abortion law is the first thing he'll do. Fucking monster.


Just to make this more of a diary-length thing, here's a Motorhead song that I think fits Mitt Romney perfectly...

Everybody sing!

You might be a financial wizard,
With a sack of loot,
All I see is a slimy lizard,
With an expensive suit,
Go on and run your corporation,
Go and kiss some ass,
You might buy half of the nation,
But you can't buy class

You bastards think it's funny,
Lyin' and thieving all your life,
Think all there is is money,
Got your future strapped up tight,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right

You can take my fingers babe,
You can take my eyes,
You can take my past and future,
It won't make you wise,
You can have me thrown in jail,
You can steal my booze,
You can even read my mail,
Step on my blue suede shoes,

You bastards must be clever,
Got it mapped out in black and white,
But don't forget you'll never,
Get a dog to walk upright,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right

Go on out make another deal,
Feed your big fat face,
Go on out and cop a feel,
Get on somebody's case,
You surely would be satisfied,
If you could have it all,
But time ain't on your side,
You're going to the wall

You think that life's all dollars,
Greed and lust and spite,
But I wasn't born to follow,
Like to get my sleep at night,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right


Originally posted to Front Toward Enemy on Tue Nov 06, 2012 at 12:39 PM PST.

Also republished by Protest Music.

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