Randy


Here in England, "randy" is a mildly rude word (American: horny). Back in the summer of 1976,  I arrived at The Red Raider Summer Camp near Cleveland, Ohio and was soon introduced to my assistant counsellor: Randy Fitch. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement.  The equivalent might be renaming me Horny Pudding!

Anyway, Randy Fitch is the wrong Randy. Today I want to highlight Randy Rainbow - an American comedian in his early forties. While roaming the internet, I have stumbled across him several times. He specialises in political satire - often singing cleverly reworked songs. I love his stupid facial expressions but his videos are not stupid at all, they are ingeniously put together and usually politically "en pointe" as they say in the world of ballet.

He makes Trump look like a chump. Hey, that rhymes! Here's "Forty Five" from two months back. Enjoy!


By the way Randy Rainbow is his real name - it's not made up. He does something that many other comedians fail to do - he makes me laugh! If you want to find out more about him and his comedy: Go here.


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Peace

 Gallop into freedom

Run into abundance

Walk in joy

Grounded

In grass 

And faith

Where the 

Voice heard

Is not

My own

Day one

Of belief

Where no

Questions

Are asked

No answers

Sought

Just dreaming

Of the days 

Juggie and I

Were in sync

The noise

Of confident

Strides

A long 

Soft mane

Who desired

Delicate caresses 

And kind

Adoration

Human nature

Mirrors

My beloved horse

Kindness and love

Displayed

With no

Need

For anything

In return

Though

The animal

Gave me more

Than could ever

Be enumerated

In the shade

Of majestic oaks

An animal 

Bestowed on me

The greatest gift

Peace



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