Shall I compare thee to Hitler?

Oh boy, where to start? After witnessing the unfolding horrors in Minneapolis (and now in countless other major cities in the U.S.), I predict that it's only a matter of time until we see what is happening in America mirrored on this side of the Atlantic. Anyone who thinks that Trump's attack on black people, journalists, anti-fascists (ANTIFA, eh?) and anyone else who gets in his way will not be adopted in the very near future by our despicable bunch of bigoted Tory Trump sycophants is, I'm afraid, sadly deluded.
And like most bullies, when the going gets tough the tough (yeah, right) go into hiding: yesterday the most vile, morally weak, egotistical president ever to have held high office was last seen taking refuge in a bunker beneath the White House whilst upstairs the lights were extinguished. Sound familiar? 

Oval Room

The world was a very different place back in 1984; although maybe not as different as we'd like to think. Everything changes, and yet nothing changes. Plus ça change; take your pick.
So, cop a lad of this - written 36 years ago by maverick folk singer Blaze Foley, it's a withering attack on the 40th. president of the United States, one Ronald Reagan. But when I listen to it all I see is the present incumbent of the White House...

In his oval room, in his rockin’ chair,


He’s the president, but I don’t care.


He’s a business man, he got business ties.


He got dollar signs in both his eyes
.

Got a big airplane, take him everywhere.


Got his limousine, when he get there.


Everywhere he goes, make the people mad.


Makes the poor man beg, and the rich man glad.

Blaze Foley - Oval Room

Cretin

I have precious little time for Elton John. I have even less for the present occupant of the White House.
The artist formerly known as Reginald Dwight wrote a couple of good tunes* way back when, but now appears to be more famous for his annual spend at Interflora. And his rug. Trump, on the other hand...

Don't get me started; really, don't. Suffice it to say you don't need me to tell you he's got a reading age of eight, and uses the word 'huge' a lot. Here, take a look at this. But not before you've read this - Donald Trump, speaking in Montana:

“I have broken more Elton John records, he seems to have a lot of records. And I, by the way, I don’t have a musical instrument. I don’t have a guitar or an organ. No organ. Elton has an organ. And lots of other people helping. No we’ve broken a lot of records. We’ve broken virtually every record.” Cretin.

Apparently there's a We Will Rock You style bio pic currently on release showcasing/shoe-horning some of Elton John's songs into a shoddy narrative. I'm sorry, but while there's a new Bill Nighy movie to catch, and the latest Toy Story, I'm afraid I'll be a no-show.

* Here's one of those tunes he wrote with Bernie Taupin. I'm not sure who sang this version** but it's not half bad.

Top of the Poppers - Rocket Man (1972)

** Reg himself used to sing on these early MFP/Pickwick soundalikes, ironically.

Reasons to be fearful: 1-2-3

1. China

2. China

3. China