Spiteful and hateful

In 1972 when Randy Newman released “Political Science” it could have been considered satire. I mean—there we were, ass-deep in the Vietnam morass, a crook in the White House, a presidential election marked by actual criminal activity, the streets awash in protestors, cops shooting them…

So of course it’s even more to the point right now.

Here he is in a performance in London in 2011, when we were riding low on Shrub’s endless war. History is a damned psychedelic spiral, I tell you.

And I would not put it past the Kleptocrat to decide—as a farewell gesture after the election—to indeed drop the big one. Just because he can.