Parody: A Political Weapon, Part LII

Last week, in Part LI, of Parody: a Political Weapon, we laughed at Little Peter Strzok, who was caught trying to channel George C. Scott in his iconic role as Patton to somehow justify his duplicitous, treacherous, adulterous ways. This week, we will try to turn the tears into laughter as I write in memory of a recently-departed former reader, commenter and parodist, known to The American Spectator website, Disqus and others by his cyber identity R Martin.

In Part I of the Parody As a Weapon series more than a year ago, I detailed how several of the regular commenters there would gather and participate in “contests” on the threads provided for commenting there. The aim of these contests was to provide the best analogy, metaphor or other parody to the topic of the week, selected by the contest founder, who was a gifted and prolific poster known as TLP. Because of what was at times an aggressive and manic personality, TLP frequently had to change his identities, but he rarely failed to entertain.

One of the frequent posters was R Martin, who was christened “Little Ricky” by TLP, as a backhanded tribute to the turn of the century pop singer who scored a hit with “Living La Vida Loca”. He was a family man and banker who followed Bastiat and had lived around the world and then retired to a farm in Delaware near the Pennsylvania line. As we traveled in different social circles, I learned at the internet site that we were veritable neighbors, only ten to twelve miles apart. About halfway between his home and mine is the basement where Joe Biden spent most of last summer as well as the 2020 presidential campaign. I did meet him in person on several occasions, but I was never able to work a visit to the farm into my schedule.

At the end of February and the beginning of March, 2013, the contest hit its peak of participation. Though the Obama birth certificate controversy continued to smolder, the topic of that particular week’s contest was how the press and the left was turning on Bob Woodward after “The Price Of Politics” had come out, showing a less than flattering portrait of Obama. Based on a title recommended by another contestant, R Martin offered a parody to the tune of the Beach Boy’s hit “Little Deuce Coupe” (which has also been covered by Jan & Dean ):

Well I’m not bragging babe so don’t put me down
But I’ve just pulled the biggest con in town
My opponents now they don’t even try
Cause they know I can really falsify
I’m your little black pres, you don’t know where I’m from.

Just a little black pres from who knows where
Evolved as a pure Marxist doctrinaire
I got a wife who’s big but let me clarify
She weighed a hundred and forty back in junior high
I’m your little black pres, you don’t know where I’m from.

We’re both ivy leaguers but we won’t say
How we got in or why they let us stay
We’re glorified and we’re each adored
While that Woodward putz is now deplored
I’m your little black pres, you don’t know where I’m from.

Amid Democrat chants and union cheers
I’ll be up to my tricks for four more years
Welfare queens say, “merci beaucoup”
And there’s one more thing, I’ve got the press corps too.
I’m your little black pres, you don’t know where I’m from.
Yes, your little black pres, you don’t know where I’m frommmm.

Ever since that weekend almost a decade ago, I think of R Martin’s parody every time I hear the original played on the radio or a jukebox.

Of course, much has changed in the years since that parody was created for that contest. For all of the criticism that was accurately leveled at Obama, we now have a president who has shown he can do even worse. While Obama’s gaffes might involve failing basic middle school geography by thinking Hawaii is in Asia and miscounting the correct number of states in the US, and showed a lack of reading proficiency with his pronunciation of “corpseman”, Biden fails basic math from first grade arithmetic.

Biden’s confusion and cognitive decline continues to gain attention and cause concern among our allies. Much of the time he even seems confused as to where he is.

As a result, in honor of my neighbor and friend so recently passed, I will update “Little Deuce Coupe” to account for the clown hallway between our homes just off Delaware Route 141. R Martin, as you enjoy heaven’s free markets, I hope you are sharing the tune to the amusement of your angelic companions.

 

Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at
Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

Well, he’s always bragging babe, or else he tells lies
He signs a bunch of orders and our whole country cries
When it comes to the border there, he don’t even try
Has his staff wipin’ noses as the drugs go by

He’s our Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

Just a kid from Scranton or is it Delaware
He had male pattern baldness so got plugs for his hair
He started as pro-life but it was a disguise
Now the far left’s position’s what he does plagiarize

He’s our Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

He’s got a son named Hunter and his brother Jim
And they sell the family name and then kick back to him
And if you question ten percent for the Big Guy
There’s help to cover up from the Eff Bee Eye-yai

And coming off the line sold out Afghanistan
And his orders raised gas prices throughout our homeland
He gives a way a trillion dollars even though we’re broke
Well there’s no one laughing when he says “Not a Joke”

He’s our Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

He’s our Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

He’s our Little Joe B.
He don’t know where he’s at

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