Tuesday, September 27, 2011

"...You Gotta Wonder How The Strawberry Shortcakes Sold..."

Don't know if Randy Newman has a predilection for cupcakes.

But I imagine he's a fan of bake sales.

If only this one.




Thirty years, or so, ago, Randy Newman wrote and performed one of pop music's most iconic "tongue in cheek" skewerings of those who think prejudice is a proud tradition handed down from grandpappy to pappy, ad nauseum.

At the time, there was a great hue and cry about Newman's callous disrespect of vertically challenged people, the hue-ers and criers, to a person, blissfully ignorant of the fact that those among us who really do dis the dwarfs were his intended, and brilliantly located, targets.

The irony then, and now, is that those who doth protest so much now are descended from the very pointed heads who dideth protest then.

And missed the point.

Does anyone with half a functioning oblongata think, for a minute, that anyone connected with the sweets sale at Berkeley is truly racist?

Only if those half functioners are related to anyone who still believes that Randy sold people short.


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