Don’t Want No MTG
In 1985, Mark Knopfler of the band “Dire Straits” was shopping for appliances in New York City. Knopfler, who is British, had recently acquired a New York apartment for his frequent visits to the U.S. The store, a common “white goods” retailer, had a wall full of TV sets tuned into MTV.
Knopfler noticed some warehouse workers coming in to transport sold appliances. They took in the wall full of MTV and commented – loudly. The performers on MTV had it easy, they said — too easy. Those guys on MTV made far too much for doing far too little. The warehouse workers proclaimed how hard their jobs were and how little they earned for their labor. But those guys on MTV? Money for nothing, and chicks for free.
Knopfler asked a sales person for some paper and wrote a song, right there among the TVs and appliances. Some lyrics were based on the eavesdropped conversation. The song, “Money for Nothing,” became a rock icon and the Dire Straits’ biggest hit. While some listeners thought Knopfler was criticizing MTV, he was lampooning the warehouse guys, whom he referred to as “knuckle draggers.”
Now look at them yo-yos, that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free
This brings me to the 118th Congress. Many of its members are the new “Money for Nothing” crowd. Just substitute Fox News, OAN, and Newsmax for MTV.
Now look at them yo-yos, that’s the way you do it
Just sell your bullshit on the Fox TV
That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it
Airtime on the Newsmax gets you checks for free
Far too many in the current Congress elevate performing and posturing over governing. Why trouble yourself writing and arguing legislation when you can you can rant and rave on friendly media and watch the checks pour in?
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain’t dumb
They just tell a whopper on a prime-time news show
Tell a whopper and the checks will come
That ain’t working. That’s the way you do it, bloviate on OAN and rile up the rubes. No need for policy – their voters don’t care about that. Just give ‘em what they want: resentment. Tell them that the “liberal elite” or whatever is coming for them. Or their gas stoves. Or their kids. Or, worst of all: their guns. Fearful people write checks. Marketers monetize neurosis. Politicians monetize paranoia.
You know the worst offenders, like Marjorie Taylor Greene (MTG), Lauren Boebert, Matt Gaetz. They are not lions of Congress — more like hyenas. They bray and howl and rake in the cash. Keep the masses riled up with fears of “them” coming for you and donations multiply. When you’re able to con gullible individuals, there’s no need to cater to political parties or interest groups. Don’t govern; just perform. Serious commentators will denounce you while you, as Liberace once said, “cry all the way to the bank.”
It’s not just MTG, Boebert and Gaetz. Arizona contributed the useless Andy Biggs and Paul Gosart (you’re welcome). And, of course, there is George Santos.
See the little bicha with the earring and the makeup?
He’s not a drag queen but sure looks like one
That little bicha got an office in the Longworth
That little bicha, he’s a congressman
Mark Knopfler’s “knuckle-draggers” might have been unfair to the MTV artists, whose talent and hard work they failed to appreciate. But those who criticize the new performance-only species of congressperson are not being unfair. Greene lost every committee assignment during her first term because she previously lost control of her mouth. She had literally nothing to do except spout off on friendly media and solicit donations. Money for nothing.
I shoulda learned to scare the riff-raff
I shoulda learned to rile them folks
Look at that mama, she got it stickin’ in the camera
Man, she’s rich now, that’s no joke
The “money for nothing” Congress consists of members who are either cynical or crazy, or both. They don’t advocate legislation that would benefit constituents, yet their gullible voters fall for their con every time. Money for nothing.
Maybe that’s a good thing. Do we really want MTG, Boebert, Gaetz and their ilk making law? That would be like giving car keys to a toddler. It might be in the national interest to keep them occupied with self-promotion and fund-raising and as far away from actual governing as possible. Whatever, I know my position on this matter:
Don’t want no,
Don’t want no MTG.
Don’t want no,
Don’t want no MTG.
© 2023 by Mike Tully
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My COVID Diary
Invincibility
I’ve untethered myself from the illusion of invincibility. Watching my odometer turn milepost after milepost severed the cord. And don’t get me started on the somatic soap opera that is my medical history. The only consolation is the soap opera has not yet been canceled.
Nonetheless, I swam onto an island of invincibility: COVID immunity. Not only because of the Pfizer-BioNTech vaccine and its progeny. I believed my well-worn immune system somehow conjured up advanced natural immunity. My delusion was not without factual basis. Kris and I traveled with our daughter, son-in-law, and grandson to Hawaii over the holidays in 2021. All three of them came home with COVID. We did not, despite the close contact imposed by air travel. Invincibility, right?
Then I got sick this past Easter. It felt like a severe allergic assault, if not an over-achieving cold. The malaise visited Kris the next day. On Tuesday I called our doctor and the receptionist who scheduled our telepointments advised us to take COVID tests. The reason? The shape-shifting virus had learned to mimic allergies. The dreaded second red line flashed like neon. So much for invincibility.
The Ocean of Mystery
COVID’s immediate consequence is isolation. You are free of, or at least severely limited in, human contact. That’s not a problem in the short term. Long-term, it can lead to madness (more on that below). I settled into my own personal Biosphere II and got to know Grub Hub. Kris shared our cozy medical cocoon for nearly a week until she tested negative and was unbound. Her benefactor: the drug Paxlovid. It cleaned out her infection like a Phoenix homeless camp.
I, on the other hand, bravely fought the virus on my own, without drugs. Medicine? Don’t need no stinkin’ medicine. My superior immune system (see above) and, oh yeah, all those Pfizer-B shots, would get me through. Okay; I lied. The truth is Paxlovid and a drug I take are mortal enemies that would go all Sudan in me if I got them together. I enjoyed COVID nearly four times as long as Kris did.
How did we get COVID? We don’t go many places, being retired. We usually eat out for lunch, but few restaurants are as crowded for lunch as for dinner. Beyond that, occasional shopping, socially distanced but rarely masked. Frequent use of hand wipes. Low risk.
What got us was breathing. Like all humans, we suck from and expel into a vast ocean of air. The ocean is impure. All the currents everywhere all at once are inhabited by things unseen and still unseen. They are tiny particles, mere whisps of existence, and they dance and crash about like a mad ballet. They venture in and out of communities, buildings, homes, and lungs. We suck from the ocean and know not what we invite into our lungs and tissues. Some particles are spit from cars. Some leap from plants. Others were shed by animals, domestic and wild. Countless microbes, including viruses, swim the currents. Numerous particles were expelled by humans. Every gulp of air was somebody else’s mouthful. I breathe you and you breathe me.
We should take better care of what we make each other breathe.
A World Gone Mad
The COVID emergency is behind us, at least in a formal sense. It will take time to realize how deep a footprint it left. The virus, while reduced, still dines on us. In the U.S., 361 people died of COVID on New Year’s and the daily numbers are still high. We lost five people to COVID in Pima County over the last week and 633 of us caught it. Millions of Americans still wrestle with long-term COVID.
Medical consequences deepen the footprint less than social consequences. I don’t think we understand, much less know how to handle, the latter. Some social consequences are beneficial. Food delivery would not enjoy the market share it does without COVID. I’m glad to see people standing a bit farther apart in lines and I welcome a gratuitous bottle of hand cleanser. I think the trend toward working from home, at least part-time, is a good thing. It reduces the need for office space and lessens the burden on our roads.
But COVID did something else to us. The U.S. has lost more than 1.1 million people to COVID so far. Death leaves trauma in its wake and COVID bequeathed us trauma times a million. That’s a lingering shadow. Solitude was the national symptom of COVID. Too many people tragically died alone. The guilt oozed over their survivors and left a stain. People drank alone and too much. Some turned to drugs, or ventured more deeply. Many drivers accelerated beyond the speed of life. Kids fell behind in school. The whip of hate cracked as local, national, and social media lashed isolation-damaged minds. As the COVID sun began to set, those caught in its shadow got angrier and angrier.
Recite the symptoms of our social distemper: We are more divided politically. We declared war over social issues, drawing battle lines over things (woke) we can’t even define. We scraped racism from society’s crevices and sprinkled it on the lawn. Many covet hate so much they invent reasons for it. Drag performance, an ancient practice, is denounced. Texas bounty hunters prey on motherhood. Legislatures torch rights and dignity. The Second Amendment has become a suicide pact. Traitors blur into heroes through hate-blinded eyes. Books are banned and soon will be burned, as diversity, fairness, justice, and humanity are tossed onto the pyre.
I think these things are happening because COVID stripped us of the resilience needed to hold a society together. Humans who are alone tend to marinate too deeply in their humanness. When they’re hooked on their own fumes, nothing is left for the angels. Not even the better ones.
© 2023 by Mike Tully
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