Cheat Seeking Missiles: Let's NOT Impeach The President

Sure, I used to crank up Neil Young's Cinnamon Girl really loud. Who didn't?

But times change, creativity fades, and you won't catch me twisting the dial up for these Neil Young lyrics from his new non-hit, Let's Impeach the President [with inserts from me]:

Let’s impeach the president for lying

And leading our country [that would be OUR country, you Canadian!] into war [based on intelligence even Kerry believed]

Abusing all the power that we gave him

And shipping all our money out the door [That explains the super-strong economy!]

He’s the man who hired all the criminals

The White House shadows who hide behind closed doors [Neil, it was Clinton that had the most cabinet members in history convicted!]

And bend the facts to fit with their new stories

Of why we have to send our men to war [Volunteers! And don't forget the women, you sexist.]

Let’s impeach the president for spying

On citizens inside their own homes [who talk to al Qaeda]

Breaking every law in the country [wow, even jaywalking laws?]

By tapping our computers and telephones [Yeah, sure, Neil -- when they're talking to al Qaeda]

What if Al Qaeda blew up the levees [huh?]

Would New Orleans have been safer that way [huh?]

Sheltered by our government’s protection [Huh?]

Or was someone just not home that day? [HUH?]

Let’s impeach the president

For hijacking our religion and using it to get elected [I don't think Bush and Young share a religion, so what's with the "our?"]

Dividing our country into colors [Like, say, Al Sharpton?]

And still leaving black people neglected [Like Cynthia McKinney?]

Thank god he’s racking down on steroids [Well, that's new!]

Since he sold his old baseball team

There’s lot of people looking at big trouble [Like Rove?]

But of course the president is clean

Thank God

If you remember, Young's popular album featuring Cinnamon Girl was called "Everyone Knows This is Nowhere." A fitting title for a new album with this song, eh?

In contrast, yesterday I listened to Blowing in the Wind, sung in intense, nasal sincerity by Bob Dylan in the original 1963 recording. Think what you will of the song, but there's not a dishonest word in it:

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind