OK, let's enjoy ourselves with this one.
One of the most miserable aspects of political campaigns has to be the (non-consensual) sodomy that they inflict on others through their choice of music, both in what they blare at their poor bastard volunteers and attendees and what they use elsewhere to promote themselves as if they were as catchy and useful as the next generation of jock itch powder.
John McCain just got spanked by the writer of the song "Still the One" who, having survived the Boomer Cultural Golden Age of the 1970's, now either serves New York well in Congress or pretends to do so. (Since he is backing Obama strongly, my charitable presumption is the former.) The author, Congressman John Hall, has instructed Team McCain not to use his song at its activities.
There's really nothing like the dismal parade of rubber chicken dinners and red-white-and-blue-bunting-adorned pandering to make one hate a song played over and over again. One would long for the sweet relief of the daily terror and music-free cacophony of a prison stint, of three months of post-car-accident rehab in silent agony. No amount of Byzantine chant or head-banging metal can scorch away the drone of Celine Dion's "You and I" from the brain.
But there are some songs whose titles or lyrics beg for righteous application to the campaigns of McCain and of Obama. While the cheap, tasteless shots would be for the theme for "All in the Family" for McCain and the Isaac Hayes' theme from "Shaft" for Obama, surely some smarter minds than mine can come up with something funny, wise, biting, vicious and true.
As for me, I will lean back and enjoy the blessed silence. All day, I have been keeping Dora the Explorer on for my two autistic toddlers, so that the younger will not break down into fucking lamentations the likes of which did not accompany the fall of the Temple in Jerusalem. So that damn theme is stuck in my head, torturing me, reminding me that one can, in fact, perform a vasectomy DIY with just a bottle cap and enough focus.
Happy hunting.