Remember When Obama Said: “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.”?
Nobody Cares
I HATE to admit this, but I am just reading Animal Farm for the first time…by George Orwell. Yes, after Kant I didn’t get back to many of the classics. 
So far, Orwell has the ‘revolutionary’ wacko left, and how they get into power, down pat.
I’m on page 42..The animals have taken over the farm (by animal revolution) and everything started going pretty well, until one day, the PIGS decided that ALL the apples and the milk were brought to just them. The other animals were upset about this, and so a pig named Squealer was sent to explain:
“Comrades!” he cried. “You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organization of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake the we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surly comrades,” cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, “surely there is not one among you who want to see Jones come back?”
And to think this perfect example of our rich elite politician of today was written in 1946. 
The “progressives” have been around a long time, haven’t they?
Is this not the rationalization for Hillary to be President? She is just so smart!
Remember when Obama made this comment about Sarah Palin: “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.”
I think Hillary fits it MUCH better.
And they say TRUMP is bad.
A Day of Purple Rain And Crying Doves
Nobody Remembers
What can I say about Prince that I hasn’t been said?
WHY did he have to die in the elevator? Was he really a woman in a man’s body? Why didn’t we appreciate him more?
Okay. I never saw the man in concert, but you didn’t have to be a die-hard fan to admit that Prince had talent that exploded with every beat. To be a guitar player is one thing..BUT..do be able to move and dance and sing at the same time, well…there probably wasn’t any other artist that could do all three things at the same time as well as he did.
Come on…most ALL performers do NOT perform live anymore. They sing along to their “recording.” Their mikes are turned up when they speak, and most people are fooled.
But Prince was old school. Who knew he used to give concerts at his home? Gee…that would have been worth seeing.
Anyway…
Prince was first and foremost–a great entertainer. He wasn’t the BEST guitarist, or the BEST singer, but he stole everything he liked about music and put it into his own thing. The James Brown slips and screams….the Elvis outfits, the use of sex in every video. Smart.
But most importantly, he was truly an artist. “When Dove Cries” is poetic, and emotional, and written from the heart. Not to mention, he was great to dance to.
I heard him just a few weeks ago call up a morning show and talk to his reporter friend on the phone.. and he sounded like such a nice guy, and by everyone’s account…he was.
BUT…OMG…he was…a Jehovah Witness. Not exactly Obama material.
He said that one problem was that “people, especially young people, don’t have enough God in their lives.” (Amen to that.)
In the video above, I was glad to hear him talk about chem trails…a phenomenon that NOBODY is talking about anywhere.
Prince took whatever demons he had in his souls, and gave them out to the world…He MADE himself…a Prince—-.a prince surrounded by beautiful women.
What else is there to say? I feel a bit older tonight. When someone dies so young…it’s a reminder we all have just a short time here.
I searched for a video for “When Doves Cry” but all I could find was this:
Prince being…Prince….with LOTS of beautiful women.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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