Did you catch it? The dance made it all clear. I had been obsessively watching the inauguration like a car wreck, like I couldn’t turn away, like the end of the world was coming and if I missed something it would mean that I was responsible for the outcome when those magic words of Frank Sinatra put all the pieces in place.


“And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

My friend, I’ll say it clear

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain

I’ve lived a life that’s full

I traveled each and every highway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way.”


This is what our president and his beautiful yet totally scary wife (#FREEMELANIA) danced to, giant smirk on his face, relishing in the fact he had just grabbed America by the (you know).


“Regrets, I’ve had a few.

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way.”


Another famous narcissist sang the greatest version of this song: Sid Vicious. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDyb_alTkMQ) If you can get through the whole four minutes you will see not only one of the worst lip synching jobs of the punk rock era but a nice synopsis of what Sid was about and what I fear the Donald will be about. If I knew how to make memes I would paste Donald’s face over Sid’s.


“Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way”


Sid was a legend. A tragic junkie, dad left at 2, mom bought him drugs after he got out of jail for allegedly killing his girlfriend. Train wreck, Bass player for the Sex Pistols, his flame burned fast and bright until it went out. He was a big F you to the music industry, a flaming shitbag on the doorstep of rock and roll history (http://valleytalking.blogs.sonomanews.com/2016/12/02/flaming-sht-bags/)


“I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”


But Sid also changed things, the Sex Pistols broke down walls, punk rock made people think and question and wake the hell up. It was different and angry and scary and “Why the hell are they jumping up and down and putting safety pins through their noses?” Confusing, but it changed things.


“For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.


Yes it was my way”


Immigration, education, environmentalism, politics, economics, truth… stop being surprised, the song is not called “Our Way” and it was chosen for a reason.