A Little Song, a Little Dance
My old daddy would boil to see what these neo-con-men have done to his beloved Republican Party. My party as well, until they left me drop-jawed in the Reagan years, trying to recognize which shell covered the pea of our nation’s greatness.
A little seltzer down your pants. Something to think about as you step into the voting booth on November 7th—what forces have the conservatives set loose on your children (and grandchildren)?
These, after all, are the folks who came in promising smaller government and a bigger piece of the capitalist pie for mom and pop. My old daddy always thought government pie was something FDR promised from the sky and that the tastiest was always cooling in mom’s kitchen window.
But then old daddy was an old-time Republican. He prospered in the twenties, damn near failed in the thirties, worked in the Douglas Aircraft plant during the war, got back on his feet in the fifties, made a buck, built his dream house with a Cadillac and a Packard in the two-car garage a…