Chickens coming home to roost

Hmmm, someone used a phrase like that, but we can’t remember who it was. Anyway, here’s Part I of coming attractions, and here’s Part II. Maybe we’re wrong, but we think that a lot of the post-Mueller “impeachment” talk is part of getting ready for when the the FISA and non-toilet server stuff hits the fan. “This is phony-baloney attempting to shift the focus from the most corrupt president ever non-elected” will say CNN, MSNBC and their elected cronies at that time. Anyway, we’ll see. HT: AT

If you think we’re exaggerating, think again. It’s already in history books for school kids.

And BTW, when we were four or five and having Sunday dinner at Grandma’s, someone would sing a love song to the kiddies by Hattie Starr. (Amazing things like it are still on YT.) You remember the song and its cousins – the sorts of things that got Kate Smith disinterred and cremated.

2 Responses to “Chickens coming home to roost”

  1. Neil Says:

    Yikes! Give a Hooktube link to that stuff. A fella could lose his job for watching firsthand historical material.

  2. Bob Risko Says:

    My favorite, of course, was the glee-club standard (even appearing in the 1896 New Harvard Songbook) — often sung on the way home from grandma’s house — “Abdul Abulbul Amir,” written in 1877 (during the Russo-Turkish War) by Percy French. It tells the story of two heroes – a Russian, Ivan Skavinsky Skavar, and one of the Sultan’s mamelukes, Abdul Abulbul Amir – who boast and spar and end up killing each other, I think in a duel. It was for years a favorite of glee clubs throughout the English-speaking world, and is said to have been President Dwight Eisenhower’s favorite song. It begins, “The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold / And quite unaccustomed to fear / But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah / Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.”

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