Heard this on Sirius-XM on Saturday. More Southern rock.

I couldn’t find guitar versions of the 37th and 38th sonatas so it’s on to the 39th.

I couldn’t find a harpsichord version so this played by a ten year old girl on the piano will have to suffice.

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I’m giving it to Chris Wallace, yannow, the guy who debated Trump the other night. There was some old decrepit guy on the stage mouthing talking points, but it was Wallace that Trump debated. Here ya go Chris.

Didn’t watch it. I take that back. I watched part of it. I wanted to see how Basement Biden would do. Like a trained parrot, he had his talking points memorized. He looked old.

I think Trump came off as a bully. I know why he did it. He was trying to rattle Gropey Joe. Rush Limbaugh said he should have done less of it and let Biden hang himself like he did when he said 200 million of sumpin’. Can’t remember what.

Wallace got the Candy Crawley Award for trying to gang up on Trump. Trump is no Mittens Romneycare. The moment he lost the election was when he let Crawley roll him.Trump was having none of it. He went right back at Wallace with, “So I’m debating you too?” That’s what I want to see in a Republican candidate. The moderators are always gonna take the side of the Dimocrat candidate. Point this out.

Biden exceeded expectations which wasn’t hard to do since they were so low.

Conspiracy theorists are saying he was wearing a wire. Could be since the Biden camp refused to allow Joe to be checked for an earpiece.

Here’s a shocker for the Dimocrats. A survey done on Spanish network Telemundo had Trump winning the debate handily. Dimocrats need Latinos. Trump is doing well with that demographic.

The next debate will be a town hall format where attendees will ask the questions. Of course, just like with moderators asking the questions, Biden will get the softballs and Trump will get the hardballs.

I doubt if I’ll watch much of that debate either. The only reason I watched any of Tuesday’s debate was to see if Sniffy would pass out.

Ron opines on debates.

Posing, pontificating, posturing, prattling, pussyfooting, prevaricating, pretending, performing, pandering . . . . .

Hey, unless one candidate loses it and punches the other one in the face, I’m not the slightest bit interested in anything politicians say on camera. In this case my mind is already set, and short of a miracle, such as the Angel Gabriel appearing on stage or Chris Wallace becoming unbiased and objective, no scenario exists in which I’d watch even short excerpts from the “debate.”

In my adult lifetime, or since about 1959, I’ve been a lotta places and seen a lotta things . . . arguments, confrontations, donnybrooks, riots, brawls, discussions, decisions, agreements, solutions, mayhem, wars, and even a coupla murders.

Had a lotta authority as a Navy person . . . director of Electronics “A” School at Great Lakes and later as Command Discipline Officer . . . Fleet OOD on a cruiser and later a large repair ship . . . managed budgets of millions of dollars and electronics repair groups of up to 150 highly trained technicians.

Been on both sides of harsh ass-chewings and made decisions involving serious matters for CinCPacFlt, Com7thFlt, ComSubPac, and other major commands, and influenced thousands of young people’s lives as their Navy division officer or as their English professor at the local university.

Now that I’m doubly retired, I really don’t miss the hassle . . . the verbal harangues, the memo warfare, the economic smoke and mirrors, the silly-ass projects, the “big” decision making.

See . . . I have this dog – an Aussie Shepherd. About 75 pounds, quite intelligent, and well-centered. He hates loud voices, aggression, contention, conflict of any kind. Gets right in the middle of it all and yells at whoever he believes is the source of the problem, or everybody if it’s not clear.

I’ve become like him in that I strongly dislike watching people having noisy disagreements. Refuse to watch interviews where the host or moderator constantly interrupts a guest answering a question or stating a position. And I simply cannot abide liars, hypocrites, flim-flammers, and bullshit artists.

Any time a TV news show airs political speeches, I change the channel or kill the sound. Can’t tolerate it. I think what bothers me most is that I know that THEY know they’re lying, saying what they believe a particular audience wants to hear at a particular time, and their stance will change to pander to the next audience. I take that as an insult to my intellect.

Trump was hired to drain the swamp, mostly because he was NOT a typical politician. But in the 4 years since he was picked for the job, he’s BECOME one. He’s still more honest than 99% of the rest of ‘em, and he HAS made good on many of his campaign promises, but he gets more obsequious and mealy mouthed every day.

This morning I’ll find clips and quotes and excerpts from last nite’s goat rope in Cleveland, and I’ll ignore just about all of ‘em as rehearsed and practiced sound bytes for one base or the other. Nobody’s mind was changed by what was said or done . . . or wasn’t said or done . . . in that hot air session.

Chances are I won’t be around long enough to see the downrange results of this genelec in terms of the economy, race, immigration, national security, and so on. Of course by mid-century, neither will the country as it was initially created, so it ain’t no big whoop to me.

A recycled joke updated to fit the times from my friend Phil.

Joe Biden walks into a bank to cash a check. As he approaches the cashier he says, “Good morning, Ma’am, could you please cash this check for me?

Cashier: “It would be my pleasure sir. Could you please show me your ID?”

Biden: “Truthfully, I did not bring my ID with me as I didn’t think there was any need to. I am Joe Biden, the former Vice President of the United States of America !!!!”

Cashier: “Yes sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and forgers and requirements of the banking legislation, etc., I must insist on seeing ID.

Biden: “Just ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody
knows who I am.”

Cashier: “I am sorry, Mr. Biden, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them.”

Biden: “My goodness. I am urging you, please, to cash this check.”

Cashier: “Look Mr. Biden , here is an example of what we can do. One day, Tiger Woods came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Tiger Woods he pulled out his putter and made a beautiful shot across the bank into a cup. With that shot we knew him to be Tiger Woods and cashed his check.

Another time, Andre Agassi came in without ID. He pulled out his tennis racket and made a fabulous shot; the tennis ball landed in my coffee cup. With that shot we cashed his check.

So, Mr. Biden, what can you do to prove that it is you, and only you?”

Biden stands there thinking, and thinking, and finally says, “Honestly, my mind is a total blank, I have absolutely no idea what to do, I don’t have a clue.”

Cashier: “Will that be large or small bills, Mr. Biden?

I hear the debate prep for Basement Biden is not going too well. One of my spies sent me excerpts.

Biden Staffer: Mr. Vice-President, what would you do to help ease racial tensions if elected.

Basement Biden: Well, as you know, I like black people, like that clean and articulate Obama fellow and his wife Michael. And my running mate, Kameltoe Harris. I picked her over that black governor of Georgia Stacy Adams who would probaly make a good pick for the Supreme Court. Back when I was growing up I was a lifeguard at a pool that had a lot of black kids. As anyone knows, one of the first things you learn in Lifeguard School is to yell, “No running on deck!” So there I was in my lifeguard chair with the little black kids rubbing the blond hair on my legs – I did tell you that they loved to do that didn’t I? They were fascinated by the blond hair on my legs and loved to rub them. Anyway, this black dude named Cornhole was running on the deck and I yelled at him, “No running on deck!” and he flipped me off. So, I threw him out of the pool.

BS: Mr Vice President, you’re rambling.

BB: C’mon man. Let me finish you dog faced pony soldier.

BS: Yes sir.

BB: So I threw Cornhole out of the pool. Someone told me that he was waiting for me outside so I got me some chains. I confronted him outside the pool with my chains and told him he better drop the knife or I would put him in chains and he said, “Yes massa.” and after that Cornhole and I became real good friends. So that’s how I would address the racial divide. I would take some chains and would threaten to put the colored people…

BS: People of color

BB: What?

BS: Mr. Vice President you can’t call them colored people, they are people of color.

BB: What’s the difference? Colored people, people of color it means the same thing.

BS: You can’t say colored people sir.

BB: So, are you challenging me? Let’s do some pushups right now. I’ll take you outside and kick your ass!

BS: Back to the racial tensions sir

BB: Oh yeah. I would tell them to quit rioting or I would put them in chains.

BS: You can’t do that sir.

BB: Why not? It worked with Cornhole.

BS: Mrs. Biden please help me out here.

BB: I killed Obama bin Laden. Clap you assholes!

Jill Biden: Come along Joe, it’s nappy time. (Under her breath) “We are so screwed!”

From my friend Richard.

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Yeah. This blasted out of the stereo I had in my 1966 Mustang.