August 1st, 2012 11:03 AM
The Romney Slogan: 'Kiss My A**!'
The best slogan ever in American politics was “I Like Ike.”
You didn’t have to support Republican Dwight Eisenhower for President in 1952 and 1956 to acknowledge that “I Like Ike” offered rhyme, simplicity and a direct message in three, simple, one-syllable words. They fit neatly on a sign or a bumper sticker. They stuck in the mind.
But in this Presidential campaign of 2012, a Mitt Romney spokesman may have invented a slogan that is just as simple and is, unintentionally, the clear and unvarnished essence of the Romney campaign.
The slogan is “Kiss My Ass!” uttered by Romney flack Rick Gorka in Poland Tuesday as reporters tried to question the aloof, wealthy and disconnected Wall Street Republican vulture who hopes to oust President Obama in November and seize the remnants of our economy for redistribution to the one per cent already holding most of the wealth and power.
“Kiss My Ass!” is the entire Romney attitude toward the voting public and the news media. In so many ways, Romney seems to say: How dare you ask about my tax returns? Don’t ask me to explain my outlook on foreign affairs. How dare you question my business dealing? Don’t even think about criticizing my horsey-set wife while I hide behind her skirts. And questions about my Mormon religion are out of bounds, even as some of my supporters smear the President as some kind of closet Muslim.
Romney perfectly embodies the upper-caste American notion that wealthy people always know what’s best, especially when they are writing tax laws that favor themselves at the expense of the 99 per cent who get exploited and ignored.
In the changing environment of campaign advertising and third-party funding apart from the campaign, the Democrats, liberals and progressives ought to promote counter-advertising that clearly illustrates the Romney attitude.
Don’t even mention Obama. Just film commercials and print posters and bumper stickers with Romney’s smiling face and the phrase “Kiss My Ass!” next to it. Do the same with the phrase “Elect the Vulture!” Use the Fox News Channel propaganda method of defining the enemy and then attacking the caricature you’ve created. And if Romney and his supporters don’t like it, they can kiss our ass.
SRN: THIS IS THE BUTTON WE'LL BE WEARING THIS CAMPAIGN SEASON.
WE'VE GLUED THE LAPEL FLAG ON IT TO SHOW GOOD FORM.
IT IS AN ORIGINAL HOLOGRAM TWO-WAY SLOGAN
FROM OUR 1964 ARCHIVES NOW HOUSED AT THE ODD FELLOWS HALL.
.....
Interval
Sometimes, out of nowhere, it comes back,
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,
we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,
and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness
that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,
a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away
from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us
to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,
we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,
and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness
that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,
a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away
from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us
to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.
FROM SEPT. 1939 BY W.H. AUDEN:
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
(We often re-read the entire poem)
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On a recent afternoon, local historian and raccoonteur Joe Beringer
met us at the Steamng Cup in downtown Waukesha
to demonstrate his current work recording his Hungarian
family history.
Octogenarian Joe has trouble now writing by hand and keeping
the lines straight but is great with the spoken word,
and he wants to benefit his loved ones - the Beringers are many -
with his long memories beginning when his mother and father
emigrated from Hungary and ultimately established
the Beringer Brush Works on Arcadian Ave and Caroline St.
It was that when the SRN editor walked back and forth past it,
living his early days too on Arcadian Ave. Now it is La Casa.
Stella The Chalk Dancer is Joe's sister
and transcriber of his upcoming story. Her real name is
Dorothy. She is also historian John Schoenknecht's proof-reader.
We have been the beneficiary of many a fascinating tale
from Joe's precise memory. Now he's hit on a method
for setting even more of it down, with the help of his sister.
Our walking stick, the ghostly one, hangs on the Cup table-top
studying Joe's every word, just as it does on Sundays
over the back pew of the peanut gallery at the 1st Cong, Church UCC,
listening with me
to the also attention-holding, riveting words spoken therein.
If fact, regarding Sundays, we are now going to publish the SRN on Saturday.
Our thought patterns are such that we want to remember the sabbath day, and keep it, wholly.
If fact, regarding Sundays, we are now going to publish the SRN on Saturday.
Our thought patterns are such that we want to remember the sabbath day, and keep it, wholly.
WE'RE UNDER ARREST
Glass heart talisman presented by F. Godmother Char P.
Some photos, as this, taken with our inexpensive
Lower Crustacean cell cam
as previously stated.
