No, not for a rendition of “Take Me Home Contry Roads,” (although, 40 years on, that is still a pretty cool song – and, yes, I made sure to play it when I found myself on the West Virginia Turnpike a few years back) but for an updated version of a song he did only a few years earlier albeit when he was one third of the relatively unknown group Denver, Boise and Johnson (which, for trivia purposes, had emerged from another relatively unknown group, the Chad Mitchell Trio.)
The preface for this comes from rightwing progagandist extraordinaire Erick Erickson – who happens, for once, to be correct rather than right.
If the conservative base is feeling a little apocalyptic about their presidential prospects, Erick Erickson is the Pale Rider, and his spooky agreement with President Obama’s political horsemen is the Seventh Sign. Tell me if this criticism of Mitt Romney sounds a bit familiar:
Mitt Romney, on the other hand, is a man devoid of any principles other than getting himself elected. As much as the American public does not like Barack Obama, they loath a man so fueled with ambition that he will say or do anything to get himself elected. Mitt Romney is that man.
I’ve been reading the 200 pages of single spaced opposition research from the John McCain campaign on Mitt Romney. There is no issue I can find on which Mitt Romney has not taken both sides. He is neither liberal nor conservative. He is simply unprincipled. The man has no core beliefs other than in himself.
Denver, Boise and Johnson released a tiny li’ (as in, under two minutes) ditty entitled “The ’68 Nixon”:
Hi there voters, how do you feel?
Tired of the same old vote appeal?
Well look who’s back with a brand new style
A brand new look and a brand new smile
I’m actually not sure I ever saw any facial expression from Tricky Dick that could be accurately termed a smile, but that wasn’t the point of course…
It’s the ’68 Nixon, everything is new
A brand new image just created for you
A dozen different finishes and so much finesse
He’s got a brand new doggie, not Checkers but Chess
I hope I don’t have to explain that last line.
Now the Reagan can ramble, the Rocky can race
But Dick can jump from left to right and not lose his place
You’ll like the ’68 Nixon, he’s different this year
The ’68 Nixon is here and he is liberal and conservative
He’s humble and he’s proud
He’s more than just a candidate, he’s a crowd
He’s Dick and Mitt.
He’s organic and he’s plastic.
He’s real and he’s fake – which means he’s really, really fake.
The preceding was a paid political denouncement
Now, Mitt – its time to leave on a jet plane to one of your dozen or so mansions that you purchased with money that you acquired from doing nothing of any utilitarian value whatsoever.
Its the 2012 Romney, everything is new….
Just make sure the plane has gas in it…or not. I really don’t care – and, by now you should have figured out that no one else does either.