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Mood

Yeah, I know how you feel, buddy.

“The ol’ Pig just don’t know what t’ say.”

Me, either.

“Least a Nazi got punched.”

There’s that.

“But one got inaugurated, too!”

There’s also that.

“Nobody done showed up!”

That’s good.

“‘Cept the fella with th’ Bible that swore him in.”

That’s bad.

“Dumb and vicious is a bad combo, brother. I advise you to find a feisty negress, a bottle of whiskey, and join a rock and roll outfit.”

That’s the best advice I’ve heard all day.

“I dunno. ‘Always punch Nazis’ is pretty good.”

True.

 

A Gifted Man

“NIX, BEFORE WE UNDERTAKE THIS PERILOUS JOURNEY TO RESCUE THE FUTURE FROM ITSELF, AH WOULD LIKE TO PRESENT YOU WITH SOME FINE GIFTS.”

“Oh. Yes, of course. Thank you, Elvis. Are all of the gifts pills?”

“NO, SIR. NOT ALL.”

“Elvis, I keep telling you: Nixon doesn’t do quaaludes.”

“AW, C’MON, NIX: LIVE A LITTLE. LUDE UP WITH TH’ KING.”

“No, thank you.”

“LESS GET LUDED, MAN.”

“Elvis: no.”

“AH’LL BE LUDE FERRIGNO, AN’ YOU BE LUDE GOSSETT, JR.”

“Dammit, King, this is 1970. You wouldn’t know who either of those people are yet.”

“THE CONTINUITY OF THIS HERE UNIVERSE GOT A FLOATING TIMELINE, MR. PRESIDENT.”

“Y’know, just when I start to understand this bullshit, the rules change.”

“AH HAVE GIFTS OTHER’N PILLS, NIX. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PHOTOGRAPH OF MAHSELF.”

“Thank you, Elvis.”

“THIS A L’IL BITTY BOTTLE O’ SHAMPOO AH STOLE FROM MAH HOTEL. AH GIVE IT TO YOU.”

“Well, the White House stewards generally provide toiletries, but thank you for the gift. What hotel are you staying at?”

“BIG OL’ PLACE CALLED THE WATERGATE.”

“I’ve never been.”

“YOU SHOULD STOP IN, MAN. THEY DO A HELLUVA STEAK SAN’WICH.”

“Can’t be too thick. Sometimes you get a steak sandwich and there’s half-a-foot of meat in there. I don’t need that much steak. I’m not a puma.”

“AH AM A PUMA.”

“Yes, fine, you’re a puma.”

“AH ALSO PRESENT TO YOU AND YOUR WUNNERFUL FAMILY A PHOTOGRAPH OF ME AN’ MY WUNNERFUL FAMILY.”

“A lovely family you have, Elvis.”

“THASS ME IN TH’ MIDDLE. AH AM THE ONE IN TH’ CAPE.”

“Yes, I recognized you.”

“LOOK HOW GOOD AH LOOK.”

“You take care in your appearance.”

“THASS MAH LOVELY WIFE, PRISCILLA AN’ THASS MAH BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL, LISA-MARIE.”

“You’re a lucky man, Elvis.”

“AN’ THASS MAH KNOCK-KNEED, EIGHT-TOOTHED, DRAFT-DODGIN’, GREASE-COLLECTIN’, BANJO-DICKED HOBBIT OF A DADDY–”

“Vernon.”

“–VERNON. AN’ RIGHT NEXT T’ HIM IS CHARLIE HODGE.”

“The man who brings you your scarves and water.”

“AH SWEAR YOU GOTTA MIND LIKE A BEAR TRAP, MR. PRESIDENT.”

“This is what the people don’t understand. How much detail-work this job entails, Memos, meetings, phone calls, relationships. The presidency is a juggling act, Elvis.”

“C’N YOU DO BOWLING PINS?”

“I was speaking metaphorically.”

“AS WAS AH, SIR. AH HAVE STILL MORE GIFTS FOR YOU.”

“Elvis, are you just giving me random shit from your pockets?”

“NOT ALL OF IT. THIS BOOK AH HAVE CHOSEN SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. IT IS ON THE SECRETS OF LEMURIA.”

“Do they have oil?”

“NO, SIR.”

“Not interested. Listen, Elvis, time is growing tight. We need to get on the stick and get to the future.”

“UH-HUH. YOU KNOW WE GOT A TIME MACHINE, RIGHT? WE CAN LEAVE WHENEVER WE WANT AN’ WE WON’T BE LATE.”

“Ah, yes. Then we have time to discuss my latest gambit.”

“WE CAN GO T’ VEGAS IF YOU WANT, NIX.”

“Gambit, Elvis. There’s bad news from the waterfront.”

“AW, NO. DON’ TELL ME THEM MERCENARIES DIED!”

“Worse.”

“YOU PAID ‘EM UPFRONT, DIDN’T YOU?”

“Just half.”

“AW, MAN.”

“Nothing to worry about, Elvis.”

“NOTHIN’ TO WORRY ABOUT? MAN, WE LOST THE DAMN CHINESE, AN’ NOW WE AIN’T GOT ANY NAVY! ISS GONNA BE JUSS YOU AN’ ME.”

“No, no. I have another friend who will help us rally some truly helpful support.”

“ALL RIGHT, NIX! YOU A GREAT AMERICAN, MAN.”

“Sammy, can you talk to the blacks for me?”

“Yes, I can.”

Buckle Up, It’s Going To Be A Bumpy Ride

“YOU SEE THIS BELT BUCKLE, NIX?”

“Tough to miss it, Elvis.”

“AH’LL GET YOU ONE. AN’ THAT GREEK FELLA YOU SEND OUT T’ BE MEAN T’ PEOPLE. WHASS THAT OL’ BOY’S NAME?”

“I believe you’re speaking about Spiro Agnew, King. He’s the Vice-President.”

“UH-HUH. WE SHOULD BRING HIM ALONG T’ 2017. AH THINK HE’D BE GOOD ON TWITTER.”

“What?”

“WE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH YOU UP IF YOU’RE GONNA BE PRESIDENT O’ THE 21ST CENT’RY, NIX.”

“Yes, yes. Excellent idea. I need a briefing on contemporary issues. Let’s start at the top. Who is this Trump jackass replacing? Tell me about the outgoing president.”

“YOU MIGHT WANNA SIDDOWN F’R THIS ONE, NIX.”

“How bad could it possibly be?”

“AH’M JUS’ GONNA WHISPER IT TO YA. PSS-PSS-PSS.”

“What?”

“PSS-PSS-PSS.”

“Oh, dear.”

“PSS-PSS-PSS.”

“What!?”

“PSS-PSS-PSS.”

“His wife’s one, too?”

“YESSIR.”

“Good God, Elvis. What has this country become?”

“NOW YOU JUS’ HOLD ON T’ THEM WHITE HORSES, NIX! THAT FELLA LEAVING THIS OFFICE 47 YEARS FROM NOW IS A GOOD MAN. HE DID RIGHT BY THE FOLKS WHAT VOTED F’R HIM, AND DID WHAT HE COULD FOR TH’ FOLKS WHAT DIDN’T. THAT OBAMA IS A FINE AMERICAN, AN’ AH WOULD ALLOW HIM T’ BRING ME SCARVES AND WATER ANY DAY.”

“I suppose it could be worse. Could be a Catholic.”

“AH’M WITH YOU ON THAT ONE, MR. PRESIDENT. THEM PAPISTS IS SOME GOOFY GOOBERS.”

“Answerable only to Rome, Elvis. The loyalty of the Catholic is to Rome, not America.”

“WELL, THASS BETTER THAN THIS SOMBITCH WE’RE OVERTHROWIN’! HE ANSWERS T’ MOSCOW.”

“Much worse in every capacity. Politics, weather.”

“AIN’ NOBODY EVER BOUGHT NO RUSSIAN SPORTS CAR.”

“No, no. The Italian is incapable of governing himself or conducting a proper war, but he has style. Nixon never had style, Elvis. They mock me for this, the press. They wanted Kennedy. You know what Jack Kennedy was, King? A haircut with herpes, that’s it. But he had style, which I do not.”

“THASS WHY AH’M GETTIN’ YOU THE BELT BUCKLE. YOU PUT ONE OF THESE ON, AN’ LADIES GONNA START ASKIN’ YOU T’ SIGN THEIR TATAS.”

“I don’t know if Mrs. Nixon will be okay with that, Elvis.”

“SIGN HER TATAS, TOO, NIX. GOTTA SPREAD YER SEXY AROUND.”

“Elvis, let’s concentrate. Is the, uh, Time Cape all charged up? We need to be ready to leave at a moment’s notice.”

“GOOD CALL, MAN. LEMME GET HER UP T’ FULL POWER. HI-YAAH!”

“HI-YAAH!”

“HI-YAAH!”

“Is the Time Cape powered by karate, Elvis?”

“IT IS, NIX. NOTHIN’ GETS BY YOU.”

“Wonderful.”

“WHAT WE WAITIN’ FOR, MAN? AH’M FIXIN’ TO FIX THE 21ST CENTURY.”

“Our naval support, Elvis. They just called, and have upgraded to a faster ship. They should be here any minute.”

“UH-HUH.”

“Is this like the Time War, Billy?”

“Kinda. It’s a Time Coup.”

“Bloodless?”

“Why would they call me if they wanted it to be bloodless?”

“True. Are we getting paid?”

“No.”

“Are you getting paid?”

“Yes.”

“Bill, we’re in Hawaii. How are we gonna get to D.C. by Friday?”

“Precarious is driving the boat.”

“Oh, okay.”

A Change, In Plantain

“How the hell did we get back here?”

“NIX, YOU CAN’T HOLD YER LIQUOR.”

“How many Chinamen did I karate?”

“ALL OF ‘EM, SEEMED LIKE. AH WAS PROUD OF YOUR MARTIAL ARTS SKILLS. YOU HONORED YOUR SENSEI.”

“Huh. Wonderful. Good to hear, Elvis.”

“ON THE OTHER HAND, YOU KICKED CHOU EN-LAI IN HIS FACE.”

“That’s regrettable.”

“HE TASTED BOTH YOUR POWER AND YOUR FLORSHEIM.”

“Between you and me, Elvis? I am not a good drinker.”

“THASS WHY AH NEVER TOUCH THE STUFF. MAN’S BODY IS HIS DOJO.”

“Excellent thinking.”

“DEMEROL?”

“No, thank you. What about the deal? Are the Chinese still on our side?”

“DEAL? MAN, AH HAD TO TALK MAO OUTTA LAUNCHIN’ HIS DAMN NUKES AT YORBA LINDA.”

“Whoa. Good work, Elvis. May I ask how you accomplished that?”

“TURNS OUT THAT ME AN’ OL’ MAO HIT IT OFF.”

“Really?”

“WE BOTH STAY UP ALL NIGHT; WE BOTH ALWAYS GET OUR OWN WAY.”

“Sure.”

“BOTH CRAZY AS A FERRET IN A MONGOOSE COSTUME.”

“I understand the gist of that saying, if not the particulars.”

“HE GOT HISSELF A DR. NICK, TOO. AH DID NOT KNOW THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES AFFECTED THE CHINESE SOUL.”

“Sounds like you two had yourselves a time.”

“HE PRESENTED ME WITH MANY SMALL WOMEN WEARIN’ PANTIES MADE OF COTTON. AH ASSIGNED CHARLIE HODGE TO BRING HIM SCARVES AN’ WATER FOR THE EVENING.”

“Good to hear.”

“HE IS A FINE MAN, MAO. AH LOOKED DEEP INTO HIS EYES AN’ SAW HIS SOUL.”

“Well, as deep as you could look.”

“RIGHT. AS A CHINEE, MAO HAS THEM SLANTY EYES.”

Okay, I’m gonna need the two of you dead assholes to stop being so fucking racist. Now.

“That was that narrator fellow?”

“UH-HUH.”

“He can, uh, just throw in his two cents while we’re having a scene together?”

“THE RULES OF THIS UNIVERSE ARE OF AN IMPROVISATORY NATURE.”

“Important information. So, you calmed the Chinese down?

“YEAH, BUT LIKE AH SAID: THEY AIN’T GONNA PARTNER UP WITH US NO MORE. WE ON OUR OWN, NIX.”

“No, no. Nixon always plans for contingencies. Remember, Elvis: one if by land; two if by sea.”

“THREE IF BY ROCKETCYCLE.”

“Sure, but stick with me. Perhaps we need to take Washington from the Potomac side.”

“AH SEE WHAT YOU’RE SAYING. WE NEED T’ SPEAK WITH MIGHTY POSEIDON.”

“Boats, Elvis.”

“OR THAT.”

“I have spoken with some very dangerous men. Our attack will come by sea.”

“HOT DAMN, THIS SOME EXCITIN’ STUFF! WHO YOU GOT, NIX? CAP’N BLOOD?”

“No.”

“CAP’N CRUNCH?”

“Also no.”

“WHO, NIX?”

“The most dangerous men at sea, Elvis.”

“Billy, I don’t think this is the way to D.C.”

“Just keep rowing, Walton.”

“Why are there so many guns in the boat?”

“You gonna row or you gonna ask questions? Step on it: it’s almost the 20th.”

“What does that matter?”

“Just keep rowing.”

Elvis v. Nixon: Dawn Of Justice

“WHO YOU THINK’D WIN, NIX: BATMAN OR SUPERMAN?”

“I try not to engage in hypotheticals.”

“WE AIN’T TALKIN’ ‘BOUT NO HYPERTENTACLES, MAN. BATMAN AN’ SUPERMAN. WHO YOU GOT?”

“We should be concentrating on more important subjects, Elvis.”

“MORE IMPORTANT? AIN’T NOTHIN’ MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHO’D WIN ‘N A SUPERHERO FIGHT.”

“Elvis, son: you must bear down. We have a, uh, delicate task ahead of us. Time travel-assisted cross-reality political intervention is quite a row to hoe. We must focus.”

“Jesus, man. Fine. Does Batman have time to prepare?”

“COURSE HE DOES, NIX. AIN’T MUCH OF A FIGHT OTHERWISE.”

“What about Kryptonite? Does, uh, the Batman possess this materiel?”

“UH-HUH.”

“And which one is being advised by Nixon?”

“SCUSE ME?”

“Well, what I ask is: are they being their usual infantile selves, or can I plan the battle?”

“LESS HEAR YOU TAKE A WHACK AT IT, NIX.”

“Yes, right. If I am, uh, Superman, then I use my super-vision and eyebeams to incinerate Batman from a hundred miles away. Alternately, I might fly through him at Mach 6, but I believe the smart course of action is to stay as far from Batman as possible. Were I standing next to Batman when the fight began, I would immediately leave the area. Now that I say it all out loud, I think that flying through him is not going to work. Just adds too many variables.”

“KEEP GOIN’, MAN.”

“And, uh, if I were Batman and needed to kill Superman, then I would remember that I’m Batman, and therefore a genius, and I would figure out a way to talk Superman into committing suicide.”

“WHAT TH’ FUCK, NIX?”

“That’s war, son. That’s politics. That’s Nixon.”

“YOU A GOOD AMERICAN, MISSER PRESIDENT.”

“And you, Elvis. And you. Now, uh, let’s stop wasting our time on silly bullshit and discuss our plan to time travel to the year 2017 and overthrow the American government.”

“YESSIR.”

A Secret Plan To Win The War

“This? They elected this?”

“THASS WHAT AH’M TELLIN’ YOU, NIX. THE FUTURE OF AMERICA IS AT STAKE HERE. THIS HERE ORANGE FELLA AIN’T NO GOOD.”

“This is the one who enjoys the…what did you call them, Elvis?”

“PEEPEE PARTIES, SIR.”

“That’s a filthy perversion, Elvis.”

“AND ISS COMMIE PISS, MAN.”

“The yellow menace strikes again. What of his background? Tell me about his legislative accomplishments.”

“HE’S A DANG TEEVEE HOST, SIR.”

“Like Captain Kangaroo?”

“HE DON’T HAVE NO SIDEBURNS, BUT OTHER’N THAT? YEAH, JUSS LIKE HIM.”

“Jesus. Elvis, do you know why I bombed Cambodia?”

“PATRIOTISM, SIR?”

“That’s it, yes. No matter what they say about Nixon, they can never say he did not love his country enough.”

“YOU TALKIN’ BOUT THEM ROCKET’S RED GLARE. UH-HUH.”

“What you’re suggesting, Elvis…this is unorthodox. Might even be illegal.”

“NOT IF YOU DO IT, SIR.”

“I don’t follow.”

“IF THE PRESIDENT DOES IT, IT AIN’T ILLEGAL.”

“Huh. Yeah. Y’know what? I like that.”

“THASS ALL YOURS, NIX.”

“I should write that down. Where the hell is Jenkins?”

“HE WENT TO FETCH MAH WAWA TEN MINUTES AGO.”

“Goddamned layabout. Can’t get good help these days.”

“AH TOL’ YOU: INSTALL SOME TAPE RECORDERS IN HERE.”

“One great idea after another. Have you ever thought about going into politics, Elvis?”

“YES, SIR, AH HAVE.”

“Republican Party can use some men like you.”

“THERE’S ONLY ONE MAN LIKE ME, NIX.”

“True, true. So, uh, how do we do this?”

“AH WILL GATHER YOU IN MAH STRONG ARMS AND ENGAGE MAH TIME CAPE.”

“Whoa. Elvis, I don’t know what kind of thing you Hollywood types are into, but Nixon isn’t doing any queer shit.”

“THIS ENDEAVOR IS NOTHING BUT MANLY, NIX! THE KING AIN’T NO SISSY! AN’ IF AH WAS, THEN AH COULD DO BETTER THAN YOU.”

“Hey, hey, hey: I was not accusing you of anything, Elvis.”

“AH SURE HOPE NOT. AIN’T NO SECRET SERVICE IN TH’ WORLD FAST ENOUGH TO BEAT MAH KARATE IN A RACE TO YOUR FACE. AH GOT CLAWS LIKE AN EAGLE, AN’ A HEART LIKE A LION.”

“You’re describing a griffin.”

“THEN SO BE IT!”

“Well, I certainly offer a sincere apology for any offense. It was unintentional. I categorically state for the record that neither you nor I is a homosexual.”

“NIX, WE MIGHT JUS’ BE THE TWO LEAST GAY DUDES ON THIS HERE PLANET.”

“Okay, sure. Now you were mentioning something about a time cape?”

“YOU CAPITALIZE THAT PHRASE, DAMN YOU!”

“Time Cape?”

“BETTER.”

“Good, I was thinking you meant all the letters. I, uh, cannot speak in all caps like you can.”

“VERY FEW CAN, MISTER PRESIDENT. JUS’ ME AN’ A SOUND SYSTEM WON’T BE BUILT F’R THREE YEARS.”

“You lost me again, Elvis.”

“DON’ YOU WORRY ‘BOUT IT.”

The Leader Of The Free World And Richard Nixon

“AH NOTICED YOU NOTICIN’ MAH FINE POSSESSIONS. AH HAVE MANY.”

“Those are some cufflinks, Elvis.”

“THEY ARE TIGERS MADE FROM GOLD, WITH EYES OF DIAMONDS. ALSO–”

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“–THERE IS A SECRET COMPARTMENT FOR EMERGENCY PILLS.”

“Ah. That’s some American ingenuity right there.”

“YOU TAKE THEM PILLS, NIX. THASS ELVIS’ GIFT TO YOU.”

“What are they?”

“AH DO NOT RECALL. LET’S TAKE ‘EM, AN’ FIND OUT.”

“I’m, uh, going to pass. Thank you, Elvis, but I’m all right.”

“YOU’D BE A LOT MORE RIGHT WITH ONE O’ THESE IN YOU, BUT AH WILL RESPECT YOUR WISHES. MORE FOR TH’ KING.”

“Why the medication? Are you ill, Elvis?”

“DR. NICK SAYS AH GOT THE WORST CASE OF HEEBIE-JEEBIES HE’S EVER SEEN.”

“Oh, terrible news. Just terrible. I’ll have Ehrlichman pray for you.”

“YOU EVER BEEN TO PARIS, NIX?”

“Paris, France?”

“THEY AIN’T BUILT TH’ ONE IN LAS VEGAS YET, SO YEAH.”

“I have. Several times.”

“TELL ME ABOUT PARIS, MAN. AH AIN’T NEVER BEEN. TELL ME ‘BOUT THAT CITY OF LIGHTS.”

“Paris is the capital city of France. Old. Very old, but with modern features.”

“UH-HUH.”

“The inhabitants, known as Parisians, are renowned for their culture and food. Some truly superb restaurants. My wife, Pat, had the beef bourguignon at one. She, uh, enjoyed her meal very much. Still talks about it to this day. And, of course, there’s the Eiffel Tower.”

“HOT DAMN, YOU GOT A WAY WITH WORDS, NIX!

“That’s kind of you Elvis.”

“YOU PAINTED A WORD PICTURE, MAN. IT WAS LIKE AH WAS THERE.”

“Oh, stop.”

“YOU SHOULDA BEEN A POET, MAN.”


P.S. Okay, Enthusiasts: what’s the best part of the picture? It’s something you’ve done before, and not the general “you;” if you are reading this particular blog, then YOU have done this before.

Got it?

See it?

Elvis was so fucked up that he had to empty out all of his pockets to find the one thing he wanted. You’ve done it. You know you’ve done it.

Tab Killer

This is about the Grateful Dead; the author falls in love with He’s Gone from the Europe ’72 album, and I agree with his choice: that is a perfect song to fall in love with. Also, the author’s name is Andy Cush, and cush is a type of doobie.

Some Trumpsucker up in Buffalo is offering $500 for a tape which does not exist. The Dead filled in at the last minute for The Byrds in Buffalo on 3/17/70 at the Kleinhans Music Hall, jamming with the orchestra (whom had been dosed). There were tapers at the time, but none of them got to the show; Bear couldn’t leave California, so no one hooked the recorder up to the soundboard.

Here’s a rundown of everything we know about the show from the Internet Archive. There may have been two orchestras, and there may have been two sets, and one guy swears that there was a laser show. Everyone remembers Pigpen doing Lovelight. Beyond that, it’s lost; no setlist, and no tape. (Doesn’t stop the guy offering the (paltry) reward from claiming that he used to listen to the show in his car. Weird relationship with reality those folks have.)

This is another thing about the Grateful Dead, and I thought I was not going to like it but I liked it.

And now my desktop is clear.

The Grateful Dead: Coke Fiends

The best thing about soda pop in glass bottles is that after you’ve quenched your thirst, you have a weapon.

FM

jerry-muppet-pedal-70-bw

“Just don’t, man.”

MUPPET!

“Stop it.”

Muppetry abounds!

“Cut the shit, man.”

If your muppet got any fuller, the fire marshal would shut it down.

“Wish he’d shut this crap down.”

Are you cranky?

“I’m not cranky. It’s just that–”

Is it because Jim Henson died?

“PARISH!”

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