The boss retires from practical politics

No one has believed it when the boss told them about his resignation from practical politics in the service of the party of humanity. He asked me to let him have some space here on Joe Briggs Place to make it clear that he would be fighting no more forever, no matter how strong the orange tide or its continuing frothy backwash might be. He had other (he would never say better) things to do and and think about. So here he is:

It’s over. Here’s what “over” means: no newsletters, no design work, no web site work, no flyers, no e-notices, no photographs, no video, no ideas, no event management, no art direction, no labels, no balloons, no t-shirts, no Gauche Zone, no faxing, no press releases, no canvassing, no early mornings at the subways, etc. And no great loss. Here’s a little song to underline it:

Relax, Joe. We’re not moving the stand to Arizona, a place that is still quite a bit scarier than Canada under the Harpoplicans, even with Jack and Olivia in residence at Stornoway. Arizona’s a metaphor. It’s nice version of the song though. Maybe we’ll have time to digitize Little Criminals in the months ahead. I do like the way Mr. Newman taunts his Berlin audience to sing along: "If you don't sing it, it will be good practice for being dead," and "Pathetic! Belgium has nothing to worry about!" He’s a great motivator, because they all end up singing. Maybe there’s a lesson here.

Explanation: The original version of Rider in the Rain was from a club in Germany. It disappeared, so the 1983 recording of Randy, Linda and Ry will have to do. You’ll have to imagine the German audience. They were such good sports. Luckily for Randy it was not a club in Glasgow.