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Suburban Worldsick Blues

27 May

by Roger White


With a tip of the hat to a master chronicler of the American age, it must be noted that Bob Dylan never lived in a 3/2/2 with central heat/air and two and a half mortgages during a time when, by all appearances, our society is on the verge of utter decay—all viewable with the click of a mouse or touch of a pad.


So I give you “Suburban Worldsick Blues.”


Perry’s in the Capitol, railin’ against abortion,

I’m lookin’ at my taxes thinkin’ it’s extortion,

The man in the trench coat shootin’ up the school halls

Says he got bullied so everybody must fall.


Look out, dad, the economy is bad,

God knows what we did, but the country’s on the skids.


You better duck down, turn page, watch out for road rage,

Another mass swhyhooting, another senseless rampage,

Sterling’s on his cell phone reminiscin’ ’bout slavery,

Miley’s twerkin’ onstage, scandalous behavery.


Look out, mom, Gotta stay calm,

Soldiers in Kabul dodging roadside bombs.


Get sick, get well, they’re laying off again at Dell,

Are we winnin’ whatever war, it’s gettin’ kinda hard to tell,

Presidenidiotst says our healthcare system’s unfit,

All Congress says is where’s your birth certificate?


Well, Hormel, GM organizin’ recalls,

Bad meat, bad brakes, pickets down at town hall,

Daughter’s college fees call for medical sedation,

Building border walls to stifle immigration.


Look out, pop, no tellin’ where it stops,

Younger daughter’s boyfriend working at a head shop.


Mortgage underwater, excess beer consumption,

Viagra wants to help with that erectile dysfunction,

The factonoworkry just made a Chapter 11 declaration,

School board says it’s gonna teach divine creation.


Text tweet online, your selfie looking so fine,

Kids in Bosnia steppin’ on old land mines.

Icebergs meltin’, droughts killin’ all the wheat,

Just global warmin’ lies of the liberal elite.


Well, get dressed, get stressed, face the day’s traffic mess,

Oops, your job’s just been outsourced to Bangladesh.

Don’t follow leaders, take pills for all the cedars,

Find yourself a new position as a Walmart greeter.


Look out, mama, you’re dyin’ from the trauma,

Increase yer Prozac dosage, tune in the dalai lama.


Well, jump down a manhole, filibuster gun control,

thebardThink I saw a shadow up there beyond the grassy knoll,

Headin’ to the car, another day in the loony ward,

Shakin’ yer head ’cause the vandals keyed yer new Ford.


Roger White is a freelance writer living in Austin, Texas, with his lovely wife, two precocious daughters, a very fat dachshund, and a self-absorbed cat. For further adventures, visit



Want to Avoid Election Lines? Try Vote ’n’ Tote

5 Nov

by Roger White

Did you know that there are at least 63 different varieties of yogurt at your neighborhood grocery store? Well, there are. I know this because I counted them. No, I am not a yogurt researcher, nor am I one of those strange men who like to hang out in supermarkets for hours on end. I just happened to spend an hour and a half yogurt-gazing at the local store with my wife recently because that’s where they told us to go if we wanted to vote early. Sue and I figured if we did our patriotic duty ahead of schedule we’d miss the big lines on Super Duper Tuesday. Ha! The voting line at the grocery store snaked from the pharmacy, through the book aisle, down the cheese section, across the milk and eggs, and all the way down the 63 varieties of yogurt. Hence the ad hoc study of the bacterially fermented dairy products. I’ll also bet you didn’t know that there are at least a dozen types of Greek yogurt, whatever that is. I immediately assumed that Greek yogurt was an economically troubled brand of yogurt requiring a financial bailout from all the other European Union yogurts, but, no, Sue said it has more to do with how it’s strained for whey content. Oh. That got me wondering what exactly whey is, but I’ll leave that for another column.

Anyway, although this particular lesson in civic participation was mind-numbing for the most part, it did give the wife and me some time to get reacquainted without two teenagers constantly yelling, screaming, demanding money, or insisting on being ferried from one end of town to the other every twenty minutes or so. I was surprised to learn that Sue is now teaching herself yoga and is approximately a quarter of the way to obtaining her master’s degree in business administration. Man, we have to talk more. So, yes, we considered our voting experience more like a date night with ballots and photo IDs.

As we waited our turn, my mind meandered a bit. I noticed a sign way at the front of the line indicating that you could pay your utility bills and purchase money orders here, and I was seized with a temporary panic that perhaps we were in the wrong line. The terror subsided when I saw that nobody else in our eternal cue was clutching utility bills. Besides, I’d never heard of an hour-and-a-half wait to pay the light bill, so I breathed easy. By the time we had advanced through the cheese section to the book aisle, I’d begun to seriously consider the “one vote doesn’t really matter” excuse for bailing out, but Sue would have none of it. Anyway, we’d already put in a good hour, and we could actually see the voting booths now.

It was about this time, as we inched through the pharmacy and within sight of actual, real-life volunteers at the actual, real-life voting tables, that I concocted the concept of Vote ’n Tote. If you’ve visited a major, heinously overcrowded amusement park recently (I won’t name names, but the one I have in mind begins with an “S” and ends in “ix Flags”), then you’ve likely had experience with the infamous Flash Pass. For serious extra money, this electronic doodad actually lets you cut in line ahead of the amusement park riff raff. How apple pie, capitalist American is that? You got the dough, you get to go. Voting, also as American as pie and guns and freedom and liberty, would be all the more red, white, and blue if you could move to the front of the line by way of the ol’ green. Don’t you think? Say you buy $30 worth of groceries, you get to jump in front of 30 non-buying voters. Forty bucks of foodstuffs gets you 40 people ahead, and so on. You shell out a couple hundred and you go straight to the front of the line—and you get to vote twice. Or something like that. Vote ’n’ Tote.

Of course, this works only if you vote at the grocery store. If the polls in your neighborhood are, say, at the hospital, you may have to undergo surgery or get a flu shot to avoid the lines. Could call it Election Injection. Antidote Vote? Hmm. Now, this concept may not work at all at some polling stations. For example, at the sewage treatment plant. Cast ’n’ Cra— naah. I’m not touching that one. Actually, I’m not aware of any voting centers ever being set up in sewage treatment plants, but it does seem quite appropriate somehow, given the tenor of politics these days.

Roger White is a freelance writer living in Austin, Texas, with his lovely wife, two precocious daughters, a very fat dachshund, and a self-absorbed cat. For further adventures, visit