Blinded Samsons & Bumpy Rides

This here was posted in reply to Beau of the Fifth Column’s October 25, 2021 YouTube talk entitled, << That there incase you don’t know, is a link to Beau’s talk; and if you ain’t never listened to one of Beau’s talks, it’s high time you did. Besides none of this is gonna make a lick’a sense if you don’t cuz it’ll barely make sense even if you do. But that aint Beau’s fault so listen up!

Still from Samson And Delilah, 1949. Victor Mature As The Blinded Samson Pushing Down The Pillars Of The Philistine Temple

Hey BEAU!

I vote we make THIS The NEW National Anthem:

Back when this song came out, I was a dope smoke’n, acid flipp’n, long-haired kid. Living not far from where I grew up — near the Ohio River in what’s now MAGA country — in an old farmhouse owned by the Country Prosecuting Attorney. Republican, of course. He and I had an arrangement: I got to live there rent-free so long as he got to, you know, visit and do naughty things with me on the down-low?

I had a bitch’n AR system — turntable, amp, and massive speakers — I’d put’m in the upstairs windows and blast that song loud as it’d go. Those wailing gee-tars echo’n down the dale, scar’n the be-jebitz out the cows and old-folk who complained about my Devil possessed “Russh’n Music.” God-damned, Commy pink-o hippie kid!