Tag: Frank Sinatra – That’s Life

Underdog Anthology XX: A Dark Spring

*Thanks, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… Leggy did a lovely job with the cover. I wonder where he got the skulls from…*

*Ah, government-like. Gotcha… /flicks ash…*

Howdy, Dear Reader!

As you can see, the latest volume of the Underdog Anthology is now available to buy. It’s only available as a Kindle book at the moment, but the paperback will follow shortly. The cost of the Kindle book is only 79p, which works out at less than 10p a tale, and that’s throwing the Afterword in for free! I draw this to your attention, Dear Reader, as it seems to be a hell of a bargain, and something you may well want to take advantage of 😉

*Well, yeah, the stories in it are pretty dark, Clicky, but nothing like real life, right now. Seriously, have you seen who the UK government and mainstream media are fervently supporting in Ukraine?*

*/drags… It’s utterly shameful…*

As a further enticement to purchasing a copy of UAXX, Dear Reader, the Afterword is reproduced in full below… I did say it’s for free 😉

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Afterword

by Roo B. Doo

Welcome, Dear Reader, to the Afterword of this here Underdog Anthology. Not sure if you’ve realised but this volume bears the sign of the double-cross. Watch out! How we’ve managed to get to number XX I’ll never know 😉

A double-cross is an ‘act of treachery’. In 1941, MI5 set up a military counter espionage unit called The Twenty Committee. The naming of this unit clearly linked the double crosses of the Roman numerals for twenty (XX) with one of the unit’s aims, which was to ‘double cross’ Germany by coercing German spies to become English double agents. In April XX-XX, the UK’s chief of the defence staff General Sir Nick Carter revealed the secretive 77th Brigade of the British Army was involved in countering coronavirus misinformation online. A double dose of double-cross. Yikes to be on the end of that!

There is also a double-cross in ‘vaxx’ which, sadly to say, people are continuing to discover is entirely apt.

How about a sing-song, Dear Reader, to cheer ourselves up? As is traditional on this dead poets page, the lyrics of a poem or song are carved up, mangled and mutilated to fit a current thing. This time, to add a little piquancy, only one of the songwriters, Kelly Gordon, is dead. Dean Kay is alive and thriving, according to Wikipedia, which makes this a dead but alive offering.

The most famous version of this song is by Frank Sinatra and it’s a belter. He’s definitely dead but, in life, had a reputation for hanging out with Mafia types and, it is said, the famous singer/movie superstar character, Johnny Fontane, in The Godfather was based on Frank Sinatra. That resulted in a bed full of horse’s head. The Mafia, now there’s an organisation where the double-cross is just part and parcel of doing business.

Considering where we are, some might say that’s also apt…

Vaxx Life

Vaxx life

(Vaxx life)

That’s what all the politicians say

Get the first jab in April, shot two in May

They said we’d have to be immune

If we wanted to see Disney World in June

 

They said Vaxx life

(Vaxx life)

Governments and Media scream

‘You Anti-vaxxers get your kicks

Stopping our Build Back Better dream

But they don’t let it, let it get them down

Cause they believe they can still win us around

 

They tried persuasion, peer pressure, payola, proscription

And pure gaslighting

We’ve been set up, locked down over and over

Just to get one thing

Each lie they come up with

Told to our face

‘It’s safe & effective’

They’re a fucking disgrace

 

Vaxx life

(Vaxx life)

They tell us, ‘you must comply’ yet

The thought of acquiescing, baby

Well, my heart just ain’t gonna buy that

Cause if I wobble and take one single try

What’s the betting that I’d be that one to die

 

Or get blood clots, Bells palsy, brain tumour, breast cancer

or blood poisoning

On top of getting Covid over and over

The ‘Long Covid’ thing

Each time the Media tries lying

Right to our face

‘It’s safe and effective’

They’re a fucking disgrace

 

Vaxx life

(Vaxx life)

There’s anger, I can’t deny it

The thought of cutting heads off, I must still decry it

But if they ever give it one more try

People will rise up

And this time they’ll die

No Lie

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I’ll also be posting up my story from Underdog Anthology XX later this week. It’s called Wholly Ghost and it’s the eighth installment of my Ronageddon series. If you are unfamiliar with previous seven stories, there is a link to them under ‘Pages’ on the left-hand sidebar. 

*Sumfin like that, Clicky… /stubs butt… ;)*

… In the meantime, Dear Reader, have a Song! ❤

I’m Possible…*/dreaming…*

Dear Reader, a Song has been going around my head for days now…

The other night I even had a dream about it, except… Well, it wasn’t George Michael singing it but another dead crooner, Frank Sinatra…

pink-news-sinatra-letter-to-michael

*Oh, I remember seeing the headline at the time, Clicky, but I hadn’t read the letter… Shall we?*

Dear Friends,

When I saw your Calendar cover today about George Michael, “the reluctant pop star,” my first reaction was he should thank the good Lord every morning when he wakes up to have all that he has. And that’ll make two of us thanking God every morning for all that we have.

*Calendar? Hmm… I’ve posted about a Calendar recently, Clicky…*

*Well unlike a standard calendar, it did have 13 months, Clicky… /wink… Come on, back to the frank letter…*

I don’t understand a guy who lives “in hopes of reducing the strain of his celebrity status.” Here’s a kid who “wanted to be a pop star since I was about 7 years old.” And now that he’s a smash performer and songwriter at 27 he wants to quit doing what tons of gifted youngsters all over the world would shoot grandma for — just one crack at what he’s complaining about.

*Oh, in a musical mood are we, Clicky? …/furrows brow… I don’t know about ‘moving’ so much, the letter does seem kinda pointed…*

Come on, George. Loosen up. Swing, man, Dust off those gossamer wings and fly yourself to the moon of your choice and be grateful to carry the baggage we’ve all had to carry since those lean nights of sleeping on buses and helping the driver unload the instruments.

*1990… /tilts head… Maybe Frank’s words did hit home, then…*

And no more of that talk about “the tragedy of fame.” The tragedy of fame is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day. And you’re nowhere near that; you’re top dog on the top rung of a tall ladder called Stardom, which in Latin means thanks-to-the-fans who were there when it was lonely.

*/smiles… The lad from Hobo Ken did have a point…*

Talent must not be wasted. Those who have it — and you obviously do or today’s Calendar cover article would have been about Rudy Vallee — those who have talent must hug it, embrace it, nurture it and share it lest it be taken away from you as fast as it was loaned to you.

*Yeah… Seems George did manage to turn ‘the tragedy of fame’ into something else…*

Trust me. I’ve been there.

*Ahh… Thanks, Clicky! …/shakes head… Wow! You’ve managed to knock the song-worm out of my head…*

*/pats snout… Have a Song…/:D…*