Trouble’s brewing in River City and it starts with a capital R.
Paul Ryan has gone rogue. He is unleashed, unchained, off the hook.
“I hate to say this, but if Ryan wants to run for national office again, he’ll probably have to wash the stench of Romney off of him,” Craig Robinson, a former political director of the Republican Party of Iowa, told The New York Times on Sunday.
Coming from a resident of Iowa, a state where people are polite even to soybeans, this was a powerful condemnation of the Republican nominee.
Though Ryan had already decided to distance himself from the floundering Romney campaign, he now feels totally uninhibited. Reportedly, he has been marching around his campaign bus, saying things like, “If Stench calls, take a message” and “Tell Stench I’m having finger sandwiches with Peggy Noonan and will text him later.
The wheels are falling off the Romney bus as the campaign flounders from one disastrous week to another. It’s gotten so bad that I’m actually starting to feel sorry for Mitt. Check out this clip from a campaign stop yesterday where the crowds chant, “Ryan! Ryan!”, which has Romney embarrassing himself in the most pathetic of ways.
When Romney feels forced to inform the crowds whose at the top of the ticket, well, he better start hoping that the GOP’s voter suppression effort pays off because he doesn’t have much else going his way.
This tidbit from the Politico piece made me smile as it gives greater relevance to an illustration I created last week.
Dan Senor, one of Romney’s closest advisers, has kept a tight grip on Ryan, traveling with him everywhere and making sure he hews to the directions of the Romney “brain trust” in Boston. (A brain trust, rumor has it, that refers to Ryan as “Gilligan.”)
Perfect.
Even the lyrics from the Gilligan’s Island theme song applies to some degree.
Just sit right back
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,…
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They’re here for a long long time.
They’ll have to make the best of things,
It’s an uphill climb.…
So join us here each week my friends,
You’re sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways
Here on Gilligan’s Isle!
Hey, just got an idea. Let’s have a little contest. Adapt the Gilligan lyrics to the Romney/Ryan fiasco. A minimum of eight lines is required. First prize will be a personalized illustration of yourself or anyone of your choosing in the style of the iconic Obama ‘Hope’ illustration. You can find the lyrics to Gilligan’s Island here.
Feel free to share the contest with family and friends. If it turns out well, we might have regular contests of this type. So get the creative juices flowing and show us what you come up with.
Also, if you have ideas for political illustrations, send ‘em over. If I use it, a personalized illustration or photo enhancement is your gift from me. The Willard illustration above was suggested by our one and only, E.A. Blair. He receives a personalized illustration.
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Stench is right. McCain/Palin are looking better by the day compared to Romney and Ryan.
Did you know that you can sing the lyrics to Gilligan’s Isle to the tune of Amazing Grace and vice versa? Try it – the results are hilarious, and I guarantee you’ll never be able to listen to Amazing Grace with a straight face again.
Can’t these clowns go for one day without doing something jaw-droppingly stupid?
Even if Paul Ryan is just trying to be funny, it hooks the Stench name tighter to Romney.
It will be terrific if both Gilligan and the Stench are jobless come November. Ryan’s little VP run might have cost him his seat back home.
What is it with these people? It must be the tea party philosophy that makes a rabid dog go against his master.
Housing prices are going up,the stock exchange is at 13000 ,40 months of consecutive job increases,10 point lead in Ohio,25 points lead for women in Ohio.
Romney will start to look for millionaire celebrities to replace the Clinton speech and get a bounce but instead he will get a kick in the butt. American 99 percenters can read the landscape better than he thinks and he will soon see that after the debate next week,he will need to bring his lunch in the bus because superpacks will start distancing themselves from him.
Makes me think of Willard the rat of long ago and he is still on a ship going nowhere.
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I’ve done a version of the Gilligan’s Isle theme, but I’m not going to post it for a while. Since I’m already in line for an illustration (thank you, Mario), I disqualify myself from the judging, and wait to post until others have had a shot.
Meanwhile, here are altered lyrics for Amazing Grace, with a Medieval flavor:
This is why I can never hear the original without getting the giggles. It makes funerals very difficult.
Breaking: Martin Bashir freatured a Dr. Seuss-style portrait of Romney with the caption “The Stench Who Stole Mitt-Ness”.
Not great but I’d love to get that illustration!
Just sit right back
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful campaign
That started from a sea of lies
On the way to DC
The mate was a lying little man
The Skipper meek and rich
Two passengers set sail that day,
For a four year term
A four year term
It started with a farcical primary
Cain, Bachmann, Perry and Santorum
Each lacked a brain
and a heart
But Romney was the best
The best of the lot
The best of the lot
So this is the tale of the GOP’s candidates
They’re here until November
Spinning webs of lies and deceit
Serving the wealthy’s needs
But they don’t have a chance in hell
And it’ll soon come to an end
We’ll all rejoice when they leave
With their tail between their legs
Their tail between their legs
I read the posts on the politico site that ran this story and someone did a fantastic , just a genius adaptation of the gilligans island song.
The ship sailed towards the Presidency
But was reduced to a yawl to a small residency.
The Skipper was elbowed by the sea party
And Gilligan went rogue on the way to parlay.
The direction forever went astray
The message distorted on the way
Mitt and Ryan became the new sailors
With no restrictions to the crew favors.
Soon their grandiose journey was still in trouble
Because promises made were so terrible
The wreck had to happen sooner than later
As the liars became Dumb and Dumber
It appears that the Politico piece was unfunny satire.
http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/09/26/column-on-romney-ryan-meant-as-satire-is-taken-as-fact/
Looks like we’ve been subjected to a political version of Poe’s Law.
That said, here’s my lyrics:
My two cents:
Just wave your flag,
And stand up to cheer,
For Mitt has a severe plan,
One everyone will want to hear;
Ryan has one, too.
The Veep in waiting has a mighty plan,
His boss just wants your vote,
Unless you’re the 47 percent.
The 47 percent.
Then you don’t count.
The wheels on the bus keep turning
Stopping in the towns.
So Mitt and Paul can spin their lies and complain
About the President.
About the President.
Mitt says he can create jobs
Ryan says we have too much debt
No Obamacare!
No Medicaid!
No Medicare!
No Taxes!
No entitlements!
But he’ll create 12 million jobs!
Are those Guangdong too?
But these two men keep on misleadin’
They’ve done so a long long time
They’ll try to fool the best of us
It’s a foolish try.
We know we want our healthcare too
And we want help for the poor
To make our seniors comf’terble
In their certain retirement.
No jobs, no cops, no teachers too,
Just less taxes for the rich
More well-to-do billionaires
Job creators they claim to be
That’s no plan for us my friends
Time to cast off these lies
No Etch-a-Sketchers will there be
Not on Election Day.
Here’s my go at it:
The far right’s back
And we’re all for sale
‘Cause that’s their baneful trip,
With the Caymans as their money’s fort,
They dream of Reagan’s grip.
Their mate is a big fan of Ayn Rand
Their Skipper few can endure,
As they campaign their way across the land
With their positions d’jour,
positions d’jour.
The voters started getting tough
Mitt began to lose his gloss
Then the courage of one that served the ragout
Showed that Goppers’ souls are lost,
The Goppers souls are lost.
Mitt hopes such things you will ignore
Seeking voters to beguile
With lies again,
And a flip or two,
He’s a millionaire!
Please ignore his wife,
He don’t do bars,
He’s an investor and a flim flam man,
He’s really only style.
So do not throw your vote away,
Four years is a long, long time
They’re out to steal the rest of things,
In their quest to be sublime.
The Ingrate and The Flipper too
Will do their very best,
To make most of us uncomfortable
As they auction off our nests.
No home, no rights, no healthcare
Nothing got without a fee
With slave factories like China
We’ll be as primitive as we can be.
But if you like poverty my friend,
Then do it Gopper style
Vote Romney/Ryan that away
You’re sure to be reviled.