This message coming to you from Radio Da Da, direct from Our Lady of Studies. Cheeky little monkeys everywhere will remember some 25 days or so ago, when a little hand puppet appeared in front of the camera on the Craig Ferguson show, and spoke to the People of Earth. He said soon, soon, the cheeky little monkey would be beloved even of the ladies who liked cats. And so it has become truth. Barack Obama, you are loved. In fact, this is a message to all monkey-carrying white bread republicans: In the midst of your cleverness, did you somehow think we would not get your meaning? The subtle escapes you, my friends. You are truly wrapped around your own axle to think that what you represent is the spirit of America.
We love our cheeky monkey, for we ourselves are cheeky monkeys, at least in spirit. I leave more messages for you below the fold. It's time to wake up, time to get into something new (Stones, If I were a Dancer, Sucking in the Seventies).
I am linking today to a video that makes a statement about the way things are. If you are in any way cut off at the neck, or don't want to see how America has eviscerated herself in since 1951, don't view it. Who's Forgotten Furry Lint? In any event, I promise you a complete and total look into the world of John McCain, a world which has little relevance to today. The wheel has turned and there are a new set of problems to deal with now. If you do view this video, and have not lived through this generation that spawned the likes of John McCain, just live with the images. It will become clearer in time.
Within the video (which may get pulled off Youtube, or maybe not, depending on the will of the Media Gods) you will find echoes of your past, dear white bread friends who carry monkeys into Palin rallys with Obama/Biden '08 wrapped around its furry, cute head. It should remind you of several things in your past, not the least of which is running to the safety of your garage to look at your Playboys while sporting your Civil Defense helmet on your head. Perhaps too, the Tiki parties in the back yard, the fling in your mind with nudism, wondering if the wife would ever go along, the sounds of Martin Denny trickling in the background. As you live out your lives in Hotel California, consider this:
It's Wake Up Time. "You follow your feelings, you follow your dreams, you follow the leader into the trees. And what's in there waiting, neither one of us knows, You gotta keep one eye open the further you go..." (Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Wildflower, "Wake Up Time"). So listen to your song, you "angry white man", creature of predjudice and hatred. You, the one with no real stones, no real spine, who has lived his life looking for the forest in the trees, thinking that, like John Wayne, it's all up to you. You, like the talking heads that represent you on TV, are a myth. Covered in barbed wire and iron filings, your iron mask is more painful and difficult to wear every day. Allow me to strip it from you and expose you for what you are.
Change is coming, cause "it's wake up time. It's time to open your eyes, and rise and shine."
(special thanks to BuzzCoastin', David Letterman, and the Craig Ferguson show for providing the memes).