Bombs Fell on Acapulco

 

by Pa Rock

Lyricist

Yesterday I used this space to highlight one of Florida Governor Ron DeSantis's presidential campaign stratagems - denying science.  In that piece I talked about Ron's advice to his fellow Floridians, those under the age of sixty-five, to not take the new COVID boosters which are about to become available nationwide.  It was a stunningly ignorant piece of advice from an elected official who should be looking out for the health and welfare of the people he was elected to serve, and it provides some clear insights into how he would serve the nation in the event he ever figures out a path to the White House.

When it comes to disingenuous and even dangerous political malarkey, Ron DeSantis just keeps cranking it out.   Another of his tactics is to stir up nativist rage by attacking immigrants and US immigration policy.  Several months ago the Florida governor made news by sending a planeload of confused asylum seekers to Martha's Vineyard where they were dumped.   A big problem with that ploy to generate publicity on Fox News was that DeSantis couldn't find a planeload of confused asylum seekers in Florida, so he had to borrow some from Texas.  It was a bit of star-spangled showboating funded from the pockets of already over-burdened Florida taxpayers.

But that's Ron.  Any road that gets him to the White House, no matter how low.

Yesterday DeSantis was in the news again, and once more he was beating his populist war drum.  The politician, whose military credibility centers on a short stint as a lawyer for the Navy's Seal Team One, now says that he won't rule out possible missile strikes in Mexico.   

Well, yee-haw!  Go get 'em, Ronbo!  But if you send any actual troops across the border, just make sure that Trump's Great Wall doesn't fall on them.   Yes, air strikes on Mexico!   That would certainly resonate well in the deepest, darkest, most ignorant corners of the Republican MAGA base.  You would cut a fine figure of a military commander by pulling on a tailor-made, freshly starched camouflage shirt - with the sleeves rolled up, a la Zelenskyy, a comfortable pair of new denim jeans, and those lovely white rain boots!

To set the mood for the the war with our next-door neighbor and long-term trading partner, I have penned a little parody which can be sung to the tune of "Stars Fell on Alabama," and bears similarity to the Jimmy Buffett version of that song.  (And if anyone knows Randy Rainbow, please tell him that he can have it.)

Here it is, Ronbo, your new campaign ballad:  You can "muchas gracias" me later!

Bombs Fell on Acapulco  (A Parody) 

by Pa Rock 

Moonlight and boat drinks, fire fights in the air

All the world a horror scope.

Was it so primeval?  Did it fill us with despair?

Did we even dare to hope?

 

We lived our little drama, 

We kissed on a beach of sand,

As bombs fell on Acapulco last night.

 

I can’t forget the glamor,

your eyes held in flashing light,

As bombs fell on Acapulco last night.

 

I never planned in my imagination.

A situation, so dastardly.

Our very beach that no one else could enter,

With shrapnel flying at you and me, dear.

 

Hear my heart beat like a hammer,

My lungs filled with smoke and fright,

As bombs fell on Acapulco last night.

 

Yes, we lived our little drama

We kissed upon a sandy dune,

As bombs fell on Acapulco last night.