Monday, January 28, 2019

THE USEFULNESS OF PITCHFORKS

When I woke up it was with a crystal clear memory of a dream, in which the background music was the Piña Colada song. Now, most of the time I do not have late seventies pop music playing in my head, nor actually any music at all. And this weekend what should have mentally repeated was Bandiera Rossa, which is the Italian Communist anthem.

Which I played for illustrative purposes on Saturday.
To insult the reactionaries in the back.
Who did not recognize it.
Illiterates.


The Piña Colada song references classified ads looking for lust.
A very last century concept.

If you like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain,
If you´re not into yoga, if you have half a brain;
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape,
I´m the love that you´ve looked for, write to me, and escape.

Yeah, no. That first line is repulsive. If you like Piña Coladas and getting caught in the rain, and furthermore fantasize about naughty behaviour that is guaranteed to get sand everywhere, I am not someone you wish to know.
And that's mutual. Please don't write.

Made with rum, coconut milk, pineapple juice, and a maraschino cherry, the piña colada is almost guaranteed to give you a horrible hangover at the same time as it makes you drunk. A sickening concoction.
Suitable for kids.


Three ounces of pineapple juice.
One and half ounces cheap rum.
One ounce coconut cream.

Blend with crushed ice.
Decorate with an umbrella.
Add a maraschino cherry on top.


On the other hand, Bandiera Rossa evokes a nice mood.
Perhaps the evisceration of reactionaries.


If you like stirring songs that suggest that the best thing to do in these times is to march on the mansions of the super-rich with pitchforks and torches, and then gun the bastards down or string them up, you may be a bit loopy, but your heart is in the right place.


We might have a cup of milk-tea afterwards.
In a warm dry place. No rain. No sand.




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