Aug. 29, 2008
This week's Democratic National Convention has been boring the hell out of me striking up my enthusiasm for the November election. Doesn't it just get your blood pumping, like back in the good old days of the 1968 convention in Chicago? Who needs Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin? We've got three guys with guns, drugs, and walkie talkies, who have the Feds looking into an Obama assassination plot. We've got thousands in a stadium being entertained by the likes of Stevie Wonder! It's just not that popular to put out a good old-fashioned protest song these days. Sure, there are some, but they never seem to get airplay or become hit singles. The kids are more interested in hearing about a chick kissing a girl or about David Archuleta's crush. Protest songs? We don't need no stinkin' protest songs! HAH! I'm flashing back to a fine, angry protest song from Creedence Clearwater Revival. Take that, young people!