I have a brain that easily gets pulled in tangential thinking. It might start with an image or a voice, something I read, 10 steps later I find myself rushing to sample music the moment some random lyric comes to mind. You know what they say about those songs that get stuck in your head and drive you up one wall and down another. I know if I don't make a point of jotting it down, it may be lost again for a while. Today I caught a whisper of 'I Get Around' by Dragonette.
The lyrics that made me finally say "I'm With Her" (I guess) are all through this catchy tune. But in particular, the following;
The radio alarm clock is set for soon, I know your friends and you know mine too. You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you. I get around
Put a little lipstick back on my face. Blow a little kiss to you from the doorway. Walk the hall right past the staircase. Here I come when I better go.
Allow me to explain. I am not an American citizen, I am not voting in your election, I can't. But if I could, if I had to face the reality of explaining to my child why America allowed Donald J. Trump to become President, I would go and get in line to cast my vote for "Not Donald Trump". Unfortunately, that means electing someone who hardly walks the walk of a Progressive Democrat. That is a hard call for those that do have a vote to cast.I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
I say "Yes" when I ought to say "No"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
I say "Yes"
Say "Yes"
Say "Yeah"
Hillary Clinton, the time has come, the alarm clock is ticking. I know what nasty, unethical, and illegal things some of your 'friends' have done, and you know what the Progressives and Bernie supporters are willing to do to get the right people into office, those are my friends. If you screw Bernie Sanders over, there will be a revolution like you have never seen, if you do the right things by the American people, all of them, even the one who didn't fund your campaign, then we will give you a chance to prove us wrong.
Historically, a woman putting on her lipstick was her way of saying "this woman is ready to face the world, bring it on". But lipstick isn't just for the gals anymore, anyone can work it. So I am ready to put on my metaphorical lipstick, my kiss from the doorway is my promise to never let Trump win this election if I have any power to stop him, my promise to future generations never to let this piece of history repeat itself.
So I say "Yes" to her I guess, just like in the song, when I ought to say no. When my heart isn't really with "Her", when my trust isn't with "Her" either. I say yes, yeah, I suppose. Because I do not believe Hillary Clinton is a psychopath, because I do not believe she is evil or a racist, and I do not believe every ridiculous conspiracy aimed at her by her Republican opponents. But I do believe she has been so focused on becoming the POTUS, particularly since her 2008 failure to secure the nomination, that she has used every legal and illegal loophole to fund her campaign and that her absolute resolve to become the Democratic Candidate has meant a huge slide towards a centrist agenda and willfully (with the help of 'friends') orchestrating the elimination of any challenger. This is well documented fact, as we learned from the Wikileaks bombshell last weekend, and can be seen in the way Clinton has funded her campaign. We all know where this is headed. So a song has talked me into putting on my big girl pants and fighting for 'Not Trump', which means I say "Yes" even when everything in my being is screaming "No". Wake me up when November comes.