President Obama awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom to Bob Dylan. He also gave one to Delores Heurta, a Hugo Chavez toady and Chair of the Democratic Socialists of America. Ms. Huerta is on tape proclaiming that Republicans hate Latinos. An old protest singer and a de facto communist receive the highest man-produced honor bestowed upon civilians in our country. Well why the heck not? I am just curious why Ellen or Rosie O’Donnell did not get one for all of their “civil” rights work.
“I remember in college listening to Bob Dylan and my world opening up because he captured something that — about this country that was so vital.” – President Barack Obama
I am at a stage in my relationship with the leader of the free world where I am unable to take these snippets of his life as factual. It is like the grand slam homerun I hit in Little League baseball. Fantasy. Just between you and me, I have a hard time mentally connecting Barack Obama with Dylan music. But, I could be wrong. He swears to have found Jesus in Jeremiah Wright’s church house. If that is so, why would Bob Dylan’s music not have opened up his world?
There is the commie link in Dylan’s tribute “Song to Woody.” There could be some connection there. The President besides being one has surrounded himself with many communist utopian thinkers.
Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know
All the things that I’m saying and a many times more
I’m singing you the song but I can’t you sing enough
‘Cause there’s not many men that’ve done the things that you’ve done.
Then there is that drug thing he talked about in his memoir and the revelations of his school daze “Choom Gang” (pot smoking gang) in the forth coming book “Barack Obama: The Story.”
“Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it.” Describing his drug use in “Dreams from My Father”
We may have stumbled upon the Dylan-Obama life connection. One is left but to wonder if it was the Dylan music or the mind expanding drugs that opened up young Barack’s world to what about this country was so vital. Can you not envision Bob and Barry hanging out together? Maybe doing some doobies in the Oval Office or taking a psychedelic midnight stroll through the Whitehouse rose garden and suddenly breaking out in a duet of “Cocaine Blues.”
You take Sally, an’ I’ll take Sue,
Ain’t nah difference between the two.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick,
This old cocaine ‘bout to make me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
I am now looking forward to the President’s next college campus campaign speech.
Just imagine the President and Dylan on stage together. Both with flattop guitars and harmonicas in neck holders. See the haze from the pot smoke? The President speaks about the unfairness of having to pay back ones student loans and declares that he will cut enough out of the defense budget to forgive all of them – keeping just enough for the drone fleet. Reminding all of the future draft dodgers that we do not need much of a defense budget because he has ended all of our unnecessary wars. Then as the sound of the crowd nears a roaring crescendo, Barry and Bob break out into raucous rendition of “Everybody Must Get Stoned.” Accompanied by Ray-Ban sunglasses wearing Slick Willie on the sax with Hillary singing along while downing Bourbon shooters. And there stands Old Joe Plugs strumming on his banjo and yelling “stand up Chuck.” Is not campus life good?
Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home
Then they’ll stone ya when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
I am not sure that I recognize my country in its present state. Sometimes though, down deep inside, you know that the promised change is finally coming. It is not the change of promise-maker. It is real change. In Dylan’s words, “The Times They Are A-Changin.”
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.