One time, and one time only, when, we took our long kids on a long drive, did we decide to sing the song 100 Bottles of Beer on the wall. Not a great song, the tune becomes easily remembered, one might argue, that it was a great arithmetic game, and good parents back in the days could enhance their children’s ability to learn how to count backward. Plus for a young kid, supposedly back in the day when people of the age of 69 had young kids, you were creating a moment an educational moment even while on a vacation. I know, that by the end of that 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall sing-a-long, maybe one of four people were singing that great surprise crescendo announcing 1 Bottle of Beer, while everyone else was either snoring of begging the lone voice to STOP already! You learned along the way when you had young kids…maybe a few lessons from your own parents, of course, some instructions from your older siblings, and of course if any of your close friends already were in the child producing business and had a few in stock, from them. But mostly it took one experience of 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, to understand, that sometimes it seems an eternity when you repeat and repeat AND repeat the same things over and over again…
And now…as the old Abbott and Costello routine used to go (…whose on first…a frustrating and only one time funny shtick)…we have the Russians/payoffs/laundered money/Moscow Towers/spiteful walls by a spoiled brat/imaginary terrorists dressed as asylum seeking women and children/blackmailed Republicans by Russian Oligarchs/and a plethora of other indecencies, immoral and illegal…all created by/motivated by/inspired by and committed by Trump and his Crime Family…and just like 100 Bottles of Beer, the song goes on and on and on…and the more you hear it sung, the sicker you get, the more impatient you become, and as one of my two young kids must have shouted, or maybe both at different times as we were stuck in that car headed to our rented condo in Ocean City Maryland, CAN WE STOP SINGING—ALREADY!
Oh MY GOD…yep all in caps, because for me only some higher power has the ability to stop the lyrics of this song from being sung, and only the HIGHEST OF POWERS must find conclusion…because, if not, we will all become mad. This entire Trump nightmare is like never being able to understand WHO IS ON FIRST, or maybe the most egregious of questions where does the universe end, and what is it called after that!
