It’s been too fast: (Grassley sets deadlines) and definitely too crazy out there (Sec. Ben Carson sees centuries old Fabian/socialist plot) in the news the last few days. It left me looking for something like “the Goodle days”.
When we’ve all grown old from a-wondering how,
Oh we’ll all sit down at the city dump,
And talk about the Goodle Days.
Sometimes I get to thinkin’ that we’re almost done,
And there ain’t nothin’ left that we can figure out.
And I guess it must have seemed a lot more like that
Back in the Goodle Days,
But when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
There’s always somebody don’tcha know,
A-hangin’ round a-sayin’ “Well I told you so”,
Back in the Goodle Days.
And there ain’t nothin’ left that we can figure out.
And I guess it must have seemed a lot more like that
Back in the Goodle Days,
But when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
There’s always somebody don’tcha know,
A-hangin’ round a-sayin’ “Well I told you so”,
Back in the Goodle Days.
I share the feeling BP. I’ve resorted to watching old episodes of The West Wing on Netflix to satisfy my nostalgia for a government that, while greatly flawed, seemed to be in the hands of thinking adults. Perhaps fiction is the nearest we will come to it for quite a while!
Well, I’ve almost worn out my boxed set of the “Thick of it”. The only downside is, I am told I often curse aloud in my sleep with a terrible imitation of a Scottish accent.