George T. Bluefish recalls what a lovely, pure singer she was, playing all over Europe with the greatest musicians of her day:
Archive for the ‘George T.’s Platters and Baits’ Category
The tidetime folklorist wonders when Lermontov will make a comeback in Dagestan.
The Platter: A Kavkaz Dancing Song by Dombay (on the graves of Russians for going on 2 centuries)
The Bait: Berkley Power Bait Blade Dancer (drop by drop away)
The tidetime folklorist wonders whether naked breasts within 2 blocks of Ground Zero are any more offensive than the racist, xenophobic dickheads who keep them in business.
The Platter: “The Stripper” by the David Rose Orchestra (a pastie over the nipples of hate)
The Bait: The Berkely Gulp Leech (when stupidity leaves its mouth wide open)
The tidetime folklorist wonders why such a large store of value cannot make the Seven Sisters And Their Banksters seem as worthless as they are now.
The Platter: I’m Putting All My Eggs In One Basket by Louis Armstrong (since we really don’t have you)
The Bait: No-Alibi Unrigged Trolling Feathers (where there’s a well, but not a will)
The tidetime folklorist wonders why jobs can be found for discredited FEMA trailers but not for the steadily growing permanent underclass.
The Platter: I’ll Build A Stairway To Paradise by Sarah Vaughn (With a new do nothing every day)
The Bait: The Strike King Rage Tail Craw (Another ant crushed by Know Nothings)