Paul Begala Channels Capt. Renault!


Apparently Paul Begala can not be bought, but he can be rented! From Jonathan Turley’s website:

The email controversy surrounding Hillary Clinton continues to grow but there is one aspects that is less of a problem for her as it is for one of her allies, Paul Begala. Begala is shown in email seeking directions or talking points from the State Department on what to say about one of Clinton’s speeches and then writes back to tell Clinton aides that he gave her an “A+.” Such talking points are common in Washington but the email forces the practice into the open and raises the question about independence of commentators, even in today’s formula conservative-liberal/democratic-republican casting. People like Begala are supposed to be crushingly predictable in blindly support one side of the formula casting, so it is hardly surprising to see such scripting or shaping. However, some have asked about the propriety of a CNN commentator who appears to be so closely coordinated with a political figure like Clinton even on his impressions of her skills as a speaker. It was an ironic twist from a commentator who declared national that “voters to not give a sh**” about the Clinton emails.

Part of the notoriety over the email is clearly as a reflection of the networks of allies that the Clintons have throughout government and the media. While Begala is pegged as “the democrat” in these point-counterpoint formats, it is he concern to be on message for Clinton specifically that has attracted commentary.

Begala, a former advisor to Bill Clinton, asks in the email for talking points before he went on CNN to rate Hillary Clinton’s early performance. He is sent to various Clinton aides at State. After his appearance, Begala emailed back: “I gave Sec. Clinton an A+ in our dopey CNN report card last night.” Ms. Mills forwarded that to Mrs. Clinton with an “FYI.”

Well, I give Mr. Begala an “F” for being a fraud, a fink, and foney!

Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter

A Dream Derailed!!! (A Pastiche In The Key Of WTF???)


True They Walked Like Egyptians, But There Were Also Some Subtle Differences

Well, another day, another food fight! Sooo, I have been in an extended Internet battle on another website with a bunch of people I consider to be either race-baiters or other undifferentiated tearful members of the Victims Of Society crowd. They disagree, thinking themselves to be simply empathetic and smart, while characterizing me as mean and stupid.  In short, it is fun entertainment for all!

Langston Hughes was brought up, either because of a genuine love of his poetry, or as an attempt to shoehorn the Black realities of the 1940s and 1950s irrelevantly onto the arguments of 2013 and beyond.  Who knows? Anyway, it prompted this comment by me, and the poem. Which, while it isn’t going to win a poetry prize, I thought it was decent enough to make a post out of.

Well, I don’t think Old Langston needs to worry much about “Dixie” lynching him. It’s a lot more likely he will get mugged and killed on his way home from a poetry reading by another little Trayvon. And, I bet Old Langston could have figured out how to register and vote all by himself, even if it required a Voter ID, and it wouldn’t have taken a whole village of crying Democrats to carry to him to the polls. Anyway, if the Smarmy Set wants poetry, then lets get some from 2013! Which is a lot more relevant:

A Dream Derailed
A Pastiche In The Key Of WTF???
By Squeeky Fromm, Girl Reporter

What happened to a Dream derailed?
What sent it off the tracks?
When rob’ed klansman rest in peace,
While blacks kill other blacks.

Once, the Overseers sent us
Away from families.
Yet, never rose the day when lash
Could bring us to our knees.

But now we do unto ourselves
What Slavers never could.
And all to get some benefits,
Or stamps for buying food.

When did this Dream become so stained,
In smarmy tears of pity?
That it drowned in welfare checks, and
Died in Inner City.

What brought us to this foul estate
Where Dream became Nightmare?
And where each tiny ray of hope,
Got lost in dark despair.

The Dream Deferred became a tool,
For base politic ends.
And now, our prayer to God must be,
“Please save us from our Friends!”

Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter

Note 1. The Image. These are the Orion Slave Girls, the species which appeared in several Star Trek series. The ones above are from Star Trek: Enterprise series which ran from 2001-2005.

The Orion slave girls were first conceived in the story outline for “The Cage”, as “sinuous green dancing girls” of Protos VI, who danced barefooted along with Vina, though she herself was not technically said to be one of them. (The Making of Star Trek, p. 58)

In the second revised final draft script of “The Cage” (which contained Captain James Winter rather than Captain Pike), the appearance of Vina as an Orion slave girl is described thus; “Wild! Green skin, glistening as if oiled. Her fingertips are long gleaming razor-edged scimitars, her hair not unattractive but suggesting a wild animal mane.” After her eyes are also stated to be “wild,” the script continues, “We feel she’s larger than before, immensely strong [….] Now dancing wildly, animal beautiful [….] The green, animal Vina […] seeming taller than Winter, perhaps even stronger.”

The Trayvonazi Song!!!

Well, the Trayvonazis don’t seem to be going away quietly, yet.  Sooo, on another website I wrote a really good and appropriate protest song for them. This is an extremely sarcastic song, and if you don’t like really, really black humor, then don’t read it!  I wrote it for the people doing all the racial scapegoating over Trayvon Martin, who I think was simply a mugger who mugged the wrong guy and got shot in the process.

I do think there are some people who innocently hold grossly erroneous beliefs about the Trayvon Martin incident, and do not protest out of any race-baiting animus. They believe he is dead because of racism. This song seriously hurts their feelings, and for that I am truly sorry.  But somebody has to ask how they got to that point??? What ever made them think that somebody who shot a person, when that person had just attacked him, broken his nose, and was in the process of banging his head against the concrete, was some sort of racist? My answer is that they are simply the innocent fish who got caught on the race-baiting hook.  They were either directly reeled-in by this particular instance of race baiting, or predisposed to jumping in the boat by previous race baiters poisoning the racial atmosphere for the last couple of decades.

Which is why race-baiting is so bad in the first place. The whole point of race-baiting is to stir up racial divisiveness. Of course some people are going to fall for it. Isn’t that the whole point???

Sooo, I wrote this song. If someone is of a mind to be a racial scapegoater,  and go around stirring up racial divisiveness for self-aggrandizement and/or money, then they might as well do it right!  Therefore, I went to the masters of race-baiting, the Nazis! I mean, who ever did race baiting better than the Nazis?  This song is set to the tune of “Horst Wessel.”

Horst was a Nazi street thug who got shot by somebody. It could have been a communist, or his landlady over unpaid rent, or his hooker girlfriend, or one of his hooker girlfriend’s johns, or somebody else he owed money to.  The Nazi higher-ups settled on the commie, and made this song into the Nazi National Anthem. A youtube video is above in case you do not know the tune.

The Trayvonazi Song
To The Tune of “Horst Wessel”
by Squeeky Fromm, Girl Reporter

Comrades we must, remember Trayvon Martin!
As we march on, and on with steady gait!
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!

The sidewalk calls, his Profile there in chalk lines!
And there his Blood, which time has turned to Black!
Do not forget, the Injury which left him dying,
Was not from gun, but bigoted attack!
Do not forget, the Injury which left him dying,
Was not from gun, but bigoted attack!

So let us march, the Struggle has not ended!
Let bugles ring, and proudly beat the drum!
We can not stop, or ever rest in peaceful slumber,
Until the Racist State we Overcome!
We can not stop, or ever rest in peaceful slumber,
Until the Racist State we Overcome!

Comrades we must, remember Trayvon Martin!
As we march on, and on with steady gait!
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!

Sooo, anybody can use this for FREE, with attribution. The words seem to work well with the basic melody. I marched around the Music Room several times banging on a big empty coffee can and I was able to stay in step!!! It did kind of freak out the cats, so if you have pets, try not to disturb them.

Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter

Note 1. The Horst-Wessel-Lied:  Horst Wessel  was pretty much an SA street thug. Wiki says:

Horst Ludwig Wessel (October 9, 1907 – February 23, 1930) was a German Nazi Party activist and an SA-Sturmführer who was made a posthumous hero of the Nazi movement following his violent death in 1930. He was the author of the lyrics to the song “Die Fahne hoch” (“The Flag On High”), usually known as Horst-Wessel-Lied (“the Horst Wessel Song”), which became the Nazi Party anthem and, de facto, Germany’s co-national anthem from 1933 to 1945.

The lyrics were written in 1929 by Horst Wessel, commander of the Storm Division (SA) in the Friedrichshain district of Berlin. Wessel was murdered by Albrecht Höhler, a Communist party member, in February 1930, and Joseph Goebbels made him a martyr of the Nazi movement. The song was first performed at Wessel’s funeral, and was thereafter extensively used at party functions as well as being sung by the SA during street parades.

When Adolf Hitler became chancellor three years later, the Horst-Wessel-Lied was recognised as a national symbol by a law on May 19, 1933. The following year a regulation required the right arm raised in a “Hitler salute” when the (identical) first and fourth verses were sung. Nazi leaders can be seen singing the Horst-Wessel-Lied at the finale of Leni Riefenstahl’s 1935 film Triumph of the Will.

With the end of the Nazi regime in May 1945, the Horst-Wessel-Lied was banned, and the lyrics and tune are now illegal in Germany and Austria except for educational purposes. In early 2011, this resulted in a Lower Saxony State Police investigation of and Apple Inc. for offering the song for sale on their websites. Both Apple and Amazon complied with the government’s request and deleted the song from their offerings.

It is not even for certain that he was murdered by a Communist. He probably didn’t even write the song, again from Wiki:

In the evening of 14 January 1930, Wessel answered a knock on his door, and was shot in the face by an assailant who then fled the scene. Wessel lingered in hospital until he died on 23 February. Albrecht Höhler, an active member of the local Communist Party (KPD) branch, was sentenced to six years’ imprisonment for the shooting, and was executed by the Gestapo after the Nazi accession to power in 1933. The KPD, however, denied any knowledge of the attack and said it resulted from a dispute over money between Wessel and his landlady. It is possible that Salm asked her late husband’s old comrades to help deal with her recalcitrant tenant. Another version says that Wessel’s murderer was a rival for the affections of Jänicke.

After Wessel’s death, he was officially credited with having composed the music, as well as having written the lyrics, for the Horst-Wessel-Lied. Between 1930 and 1933, however, German critics disputed this, pointing out that the melody had a long prior history. How Great Thou Art is a well known hymn with a similar tune for example. Criticism of Horst Wessel as author became unthinkable after 1933, when the Nazi Party took control of Germany and criticism would likely be met with severe punishment.

The most likely immediate source for the melody was a song popular in the German Imperial Navy during World War I, which Wessel would no doubt have heard being sung by Navy veterans in the Berlin of the 1920s.

Note 2. Horst Wessel Sheet Music:


Note 3. Guitar Chords: Here is a very simple chord structure if you want to sing this as a folk song:

(Capo on First Fret)
(This means when you play an “A” chord, it is really “B flat.”)

The Trayvon Martin Song

A                                                                     E

Comrades we must, remember Trayvon Martin!

E                      E7           E                        A
As we march on, and on with steady gait!

A                                                                                   D
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,

D                   A    E                              A
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!

A                                                                                  D
Join in our song, put on and wear your hoodies proudly,

D                   A    E                              A
As we fight on, against the Racist State!!!

I’m Too Sexty!!! – A. Weiner Parody Song

In An Effort To Outdo Charlie Sheen, A. Weiner Rolled His Pants ABOVE His Ankles

I’m Too Sexty – A. Weiner Parody Song
by Squeeky Fromm
To the Tune of Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy

I’m too sexty for my wife,
Too sexty for my wife,
Wife’s going to leave me.

Chest. A Gigolo.

I’m too sexty for my shirt,
A flirty extrovert.
(Pssst! Keep this covert!)

And I’m too sexty for this phone
Did I just hear you moan???
Erogenous zone???

Oh, I’m too sexty for my party.
Too sexty for my party,
No way that I’m resigning!

I’m A. Weiner, you know what I mean
And I sext-message chicks on my BlackBerry
Yeah BlackBerry, yeah on my BlackBerry
I am very fast on my BlackBerry

I’m too sexty for my job
Sooo sexty that I throb.
I’m my own Flash Mob!

A. Weiner Schnitzel

And I’m too sexty for my Twitter
Such a sexty critter,
And smarter than Vitter!

I’m A. Weiner, you know what I mean
But I’m starting to fret about a perp walk,
Oh yes a perp walk, please not a perp walk,
‘Cos underage chicks can mean a perp walk

I’m too sexty for my
Too sexty for my,
too sexty for my

He talked To Strangers

I’m A. Weiner,  you know what I mean,
And it might be my turn to do a  perp walk,
Oh yes a perp walk,  a lousy perp walk
They’ll lock up my tush after a perp walk

I’m too sexty for my cats
Too sexty for my cats
Poor pussy poor pussy cats

Midnight, Not A Sound From The Pavement

I’m too sexty for my wife,
Too sexty for my wife.
Wife’s going to leave me.

Am I too sexty for Craig’s List???

Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter


The Original “I’m Too Sexy” YouTube Video by Right Said Fred.