Elvis Presley shot the TV when Robert Goulet's face came onscreen. That's how I feel when I see Trump's phony-baloney face makeup, fake tan and hairdo. Luckily I don't have a gun. Trump seems to be sticking with places like West Virginia and Mississippi, where inexplicably there are still people who believe his bullshit.
Now it's the phony-baloney Supreme Court nominee, who reminds me of frat parties at the University of Connecticut, and Trinity College, a Catholic school in Hartford where I played sometimes with my little traveling rock and roll band. It was 1965, and there was indeed a lot of drinking-to-puke going on with the rich, fated to be successful "brothers." One night we played at a "pig" party. Pigs were the girls invited there. Over the doorway was a sign that said "To Market, to Market, to buy a Fat Pig." This apparently was the general view of frat boys, and these weren't even Ivy League schools like Yale. But it was the frat party way, the established order of things.The evidence is clear.
What might Kavanaugh's wife make of all this? Obviously there are girls who went to those Pig Parties. What were they thinking?
During a break, I walked over the next frat house and the band in there was singing "Sloppy Seconds," apparently an original song of theirs. The party theme was similar to next door. It was a taste of the frat-boy outlook on women. Despite being from the wrong side of the tracks, I found this sort of thing shocking. I was supposed to be one of the "bad" kids, the "wrong" crowd. But nobody I knew behaved like this. Entitled and arrogant. These guys were future power brokers, corporate executives, politicians, maybe even Supreme Court judges? Is this what it's like?
How it is? These are the good guys in a topsy-turvy world. Whoever said "Question Authority" wasn't taking it far enough.
Trying to imagine a kid passed out in a frat party puddle of beer growing up and going to the supreme court. God bless America, right?