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Monkee Business: Making Mischief and Smashing Pumpkins

When I was a kid, November 1st used to be the day for cleaning up the remains of the jack o’lanterns the local high school pranksters had stolen from neighbors’ porches to toss about the neighborhood in random acts of mischief.

I remember the pumpkin shards with the smashed mouths leering in the middle and along the sides of the road, waiting for someone to scrape them off the pavement…or hit them with their cars, smushing them into pulpy oblivion on the blacktop.

But such is the life of a pumpkin: chosen, cleaned up, carved into a jacko’lantern, set out–smiling (or grimacing)–for public view for a short time…and then…SNATCH!  Smashed to smithereens by mischiefmakers right where everyone can see it immediately after Halloween.

But this Halloween there is more than mischief in the making:  there is outright deception.

So I thought that a little musical interlude from Smash Mouth (or the Monkees, depending on your age!) would be a useful tool in commenting on some remarks from an Obama supporter in Florida at Obama’s rally a couple of days ago.

This is what she said:

I’m in love…wooooo…I’m a believer….

Um.  Just kidding.   This is what she really said:

It was the most memorable time of my life.

It was a touching moment because… I never thought this day would ever happen.

I won’t have to worry about putting gas in my car.

I won’t have to worry about paying my mortage.

If I help him, he’s gonna help me.

RIGHT.  Keep on singing, sister.  That’s some fairy tale life you are living.

But if that’s what you truly believe, I’ve got just the song for you, although I might be publishing it a little early for you to realize the truth of it. 

And since I believe in free enterprise and intellectual property rights, I won’t be downloading any music with which you can sing along.  

But you can sing the song because you know the tune even if the lyrics surprise you, just like Barak Obama will if you elect him.  

Get ready…

One, two, one two three four….

I thought wealth was

Only true in fairy tales

Meant for just the rich

But not for me

Hope was out to get me

That’s the way it seems

Disappointment still haunts

All my dreams.

 

I thought I liked his face

But he’s a deceiver

Not a trace

Of change on his mind

He’s a fraud

He’s a deceiver

The press wouldn’t vet him

Didn’t try.

 

I thought trust was

More or less a given thing

The more I gave the less

I got, oh yeah!

What’s the point of working?

All you get is pain

When I wanted dollars

I got change…

But now I see his face

And he’s a deceiver

Not a trace

Of change on his mind

He’s a fraud

He’s a deceiver

The mob wouldn’t leave him

Wouldn’t try.

 

But what’s the use in working

All you get is pain

While I hoped for more wealth

I got change.

 

And I still see his face

And he’s a Deceiver

He will leave this place

With every last dime.

He’s a fraud

He’s a deceiver

But we couldn’t leave him

Didn’t try.

 

Although we liked his face

He’s still a deceiver

Not a trace

Or doubt in our minds.

He’s a deceiver

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

He’s a deceiver

Then we saw his face

And he’s a deceiver

Not a trace

Of doubt in our minds

He’s a deceiver 

But only some of us know it, because in fairy tales, even a plain golden pumpkin can become a golden carriage with the help of a fairy godmother.

Just not this one.

It’s time for us to engage in some deception…some mischief of our own.

We don’t want to help Obama.   We don’t want Obama’s help.  We know what he wants to do…and we don’t like it.

We don’t want to exchange our treats for his huge trick…so it’s time to smash his pumpkin before he gets a chance to get ours.

Let’s just make sure we do it on the right road…on the road to the White House.

Or we may just find ourselves splattered on the Highway to Hell instead.

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