One Last Post To The Americans

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

-Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus

To The Americans


(This is your celebration)
(This is your celebration)
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)


There’s a party goin’ on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now


(Celebration) Let’s all celebrate and have a good time
(Celebration) We gon’ celebrate and have a good time


It’s time to come together
It’s up to you, what’s your pleasure?
(Everyone around the world come on)


(Yahoo) It’s a celebration
(Yahoo)

Celebrate good times, come on (It’s a celebration)
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)


There’s a party goin’ on right here
A dedication to last throughout the years
So bring your good times and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate and party with you
Come on now


(Celebration) Let’s all celebrate and have a good time
(Celebration) We gon’ celebrate and have a good time


It’s time to come together
It’s up to you, what’s your pleasure?
(Everyone around the world come on)


(Yahoo) It’s a celebration
(Yahoo) It’s a celebration


Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate, come on now)
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)
We’re gonna have a good time tonight


Let’s celebrate, it’s all right
We’re gonna have a good time tonight
Let’s celebrate, it’s all right, baby
We’re gonna have a good time tonight (Celebration)
Let’s celebrate, it’s all right
We’re gonna have a good time tonight (Celebration)
Let’s celebrate, it’s all right


(Yahoo)
(Yahoo)


Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on (It’s a celebration)
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on (Come on and celebrate tonight)
(Baby everything’s gonna be alright, let’s celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on
Celebrate good times, come on (Let’s have a great time, celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on

-Kool & the Gang, Celebration

To Vice-President Elect Kamala Devi Harris

I understand you are a fan of Prince. I’m not, but I am a big Batman fan. I figure this is a fair congratulation on your victory, then:


(“Oh, I got a live one here!”)
Get the funk up!
Batman
Get the funk up!
Batman
Get the funk up!
(“Go, go, go with a smile!”)
Batdance
Do it
Keep busting

[Verse 2]
I’ve seen the future and it will be
Batman, Batman
I’ve seen the future and it will be
Batman (house, do it, house)
“And where, and where is the Batman?”
Do it, do it
Let’s do it, let’s do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it


“Stop the press”
“Stop the press, who is that?”
“Vicki Vale, Vicki Vale”
“I like”
Batman
Batman
Batman
“Oh – that’s nice”
“Hi, Bruce Wayne”
“I’ve tried to avoid all this, but I can’t”
“I just got to know… are we going to try to love each other?”
“Stop the press – who is that?”
“Vicki Vale”
“She is great, isn’t she?”
[Verse 3]
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
I wanna bust that body
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
I wanna bust that body right
“I’d like to”
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
“But he’s out there right now”
I wanna bust that body
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah tonight


“Well, Miss Vale”
“Ever dance with the devil in the pale moon light?”
“I always ask that of all my prey.”
“I just like the sound of it.”
(screams)


I’ve got to go to work
Batman
I’ve got to go to work
Batman
If a man is considered guilty
Work!
For what goes on in his mind
Work!
Then gimme the electric chair
Work!
For all my future crimes-OH
Work!
Electric chair
[Bridge 2]
Hey Ducky, let me stick the 7-inch
In the computer
HA, HA, HA
Hey, we got the power
Oh, we got the soul
Hey, we got to sho’nuff get off
To make the devil go, go
“This town needs an enema!”


“I’m going to kill you”
Power
“I’m not going kill you”
Soul
“I’m going to kill you”
Power
“I’m not going to kill you”
Soul
Let’s do it
“I’m Batman”
Batman
Don’t stop dancing
“I’m Batman”
Batman
Don’t stop dancing
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Batman
Batman
Batman
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Let’s do it
Don’t stop dancing
Let’s do it, Batman
Let’s do it, Batman
Don’t stop dancing
Don’t stop dancing
No, damn it! Turn the music back up!
You son of a bitch!


Have you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?
Who’s going to stop 200 balloons?
Nobody!
Batman
Stop!

-Prince Batdance

To President-Elect Joseph Robinette Biden

I left my faith behind a long time ago (both of them), but I understand you still have yours. A tribute, then, to our shared heritage:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is dispair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy;  

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.  

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. 

-The Prayer of St. Francis.

To The Former President Donald John Trump, Who Will No Doubt Face Lengthy Prison Sentences For His Crimes


Hey!
Hey!


Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Whatever you’re looking for
Hey! Don’t come around here no more
I’ve given up, stop
I’ve given up, stop
Ah, ah, ah, ooh-ooh
I’ve given up, stop, on waiting any longer
I’ve given up, on this love getting stronger


Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more


I don’t feel you anymore
You darken my door
Whatever you’re looking for
Hey! Don’t come around here no more
I’ve given up, stop
I’ve given up, stop
Ah, ah, ah, ooh-ooh
I’ve given up, stop, you tangle my emotions
I’ve given up, honey please, admit it’s over
[Post-Chorus]
Hey! Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Hey! Don’t come around here no more


Stop walking down my street
Don’t come around here no more
Who did you expect to meet?
Don’t come around here no more
Whatever you’re looking for
Hey! Don’t come around here no more
Hey!


Honey please (Honey please)
Don’t come around here no more
Whatever you’re looking for
Don’t come around here no more

-Tom Petty, Don’t Come Around Here No More

To Donald Trump, Who By The Grace of God Will Be An Only One-Term President

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, that red, white and blue
And when the band plays, “Hail To The Chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no senator’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, y’all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house look-ah like a rummage sale, yes-ah

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they’ll send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer, “More, more, more”

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no

-Creedence Clearwater Revival, Fortunate Son

To The Americans

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

To Donald Trump, America’s Greatest Serial Killer

Hit the Road Jack


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more


Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen
I guess if you say so
I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more

Now baby, listen baby, don’t you treat me this way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day
Don’t care if you do, cause it’s understood
You ain’t got no money, you just a no good
Well I guess if you say so
I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more


Well, (don’cha come back no more)
Uh, what’d you say? (don’cha come back no more)
I didn’t understand you (don’cha come back no more)
You can’t mean that (don’cha come back no more)
Oh, now baby please (don’cha come back no more)
What you’re trying to do to me (don’cha come back no more)

-Ray Charles, Hit The Road Jack

To The Americans

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

-Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator