Writing in the Raw: Blown Away by the Idiot Wind

Bob Dylan.

Blood on the Tracks.

Idiot Wind.

Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press.

Bill Clinton knows what that feels like, so does Al Gore, so does John Kerry, so does Barack Obama, so does every Democrat who won’t kneel down and kiss the bloody ring of corporate power.    

An idiot wind has been blowing across this country for a generation.  It never stops.  It gusts every time the lips of a Republican start flapping, it blows harder every time the lips of corporate media hacks flap in praise of Republican lip flapping.

Brace yourself, Obama.  They’ll say you shot a man named Gray, and took his wife to Italy.  Drudge will say it, then Limbaugh will say it, then O’Reilly and Hume and Hannity will say it, then the networks will examine this new ELECTABILITY problem you seem to have, very seriously and responsibly, as they always do, then a million idiots will vote for McCain because they feel very strongly that someone who shot a man and ran off with his wife to Italy isn’t fit to be President.

The Idiot Wind howlers will be howling at full force between now and November . . .  

TV Networks

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

Blowing down the backroads headin’ south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You’re idiots, babe.

It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike . . .

Dwight D. Eisenhower/ the military industrial complex

I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like.

Can anyone remember what peace and quiet is like?  

Can anyone remember what justice is like?  

Can anyone remember what democracy is like?

Can anyone here remember?

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies . . .

One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes, blood on your saddle.

Death has subpoenaed every one of you.  Try ignoring that subpoena, you fucking criminals.  Death isn’t going to send letters your hack lawyers can mock and ignore.  It’s not going to settle for an off the record meeting with no transcripts.  Your babbling lies about executive privilege won’t prevent Death from hauling your treacherous asses to a cemetery and burying you all under six feet of dirt so decent people won’t have to look at you anymore.  Death is coming for you someday, it’s coming for me, it’s coming for everyone reading this, it’s coming for this whole planet and there’ll be nothing left but flies buzzing over the ruins if this Idiot Wind doesn’t stop blowing soon.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You’re idiots, babe.

Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I noticed at the ceremony . . .

State of the Union

your corrupt ways had finally made you blind. I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don’t look into mine.

Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top . . .

GOP Nominee John McCain

You’re on the bottom . . .

The bottom of an ocean of blood.

The bottom of a mountain of lies.

The bottom of the deepest shithole any pandering shoveler of shit ever found himself in.

So . . .


The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned . . .

harry reid

I waited for you . . .

scales of justice

on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned, slowly into autumn.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And I’m still fucking waiting.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull, From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You’re idiots, babe. It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can’t feel you anymore, Republican reptile brain reality wreckers,

I can’t even touch the books you’ve read . . .

Liberal Fascism

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead.

Long ago . . .

Before the Idiot Wind started howling . . .

Before it blew everything away . . .

America had a President worthy of remembering.

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you . . .

JFK John F Kennedy before death

beneath the stars, hounded by your memory, and all your ragin’ glory.

You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,

And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,

And it makes me feel so sorry.

November 22, 1963.  The Idiot Wind started howling.  It howled out of the barrels of assassin’s guns, it howled across Dealey Plaza, it howled across America and it’s been howling ever since.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves

Blowing away our soldiers.

Blowing away our freedom.

Blowing away our future.

Until we’re nothing but dust on the Idiot Wind.

I’ve been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free,

I kissed goodbye the howling beast . . .

Bush's War For Oil

on the borderline that separated you from me . . .

November 4, 2008.

The borderline.

Cross it, America.  Kill the Howling Beast of War, kill it with your votes, bury it under a landslide, bury it before it buries you.  

There’s a lone soldier on the cross . . .


smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door, you didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, but in the final end we’ll win this war, after losin’ every battle.

Are you finally ready to stand up, America?

Are you finally ready to fight back?

Or are you just going to lay there bleeding?


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    • RUKind on June 6, 2008 at 04:30

    Great song choice to wrap a WITR around. Nicely done. I se herds of ponies off in the distance heading this way.

    • Mu on June 6, 2008 at 04:33

    Bush:  “I ain’t no monkey ‘m a bonehead monkey, but I know what I like.” (war, death, bloated deficit, gas gouging at the pumps, stupidity, lying…).

    Mu . . .

    • RiaD on June 6, 2008 at 04:48

    very nicely done….

    we just were playing this album a couple days ago & the conversation followed these same lines…

    (^.^) great witr!

    • Robyn on June 6, 2008 at 04:54

    …mixing up some medicine.

    Tired now.  And I have to get up early.

    Thank you, Rusty.

    • kj on June 6, 2008 at 04:55

    actually, what little i’ve picked up from the great osmosis seems to indicate Obama is sticking to the no lobby/pac $$’s and keeping Howard 50-State-Strategy around. not a bad first move.

  1. A few more lyrics to keep in mind:

    Don’t follow leaders; watch the parking meters.

    To live outside the law you must be honest.

    Sometimes even the president of the United States has to stand naked.

    But it’s alright, Ma, we’re only blogging.

    • geomoo on June 6, 2008 at 08:08

    The next day everybody got up

    Seein’ if the clothes were dry.

    The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed,

    Mama, of course, she said, “Hi!”

    “Have you heard the news?” he said, with a grin,

    “The Vice-President’s gone mad!”

    “Where?” “Downtown.” “When?” “Last night.”

    “Hmm, say, that’s too bad!”

    “Well, there’s nothin’ we can do about it,” said the neighbor,

    “It’s just somethin’ we’re gonna have to forget.”

    “Yes, I guess so,” said Ma,

    Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet.

  2. A very moving essay.

    No one`s getting outta here alive.

    Perfect images also.

    Blown away,


  3. has blown over us long enough.

    love your witr R8!!!

    • Zwoof on June 6, 2008 at 08:37

    Fucking brilliant

    Damn I feel better after reading this

    • Zwoof on June 6, 2008 at 08:37

    Fucking brilliant

    Damn I feel better after reading this

    • Zwoof on June 6, 2008 at 09:24

    hat tip to jethrock at DKos

    His 1964 track ‘The Times They are a-Changin’ became the anthem for his generation, symbolising the era-defining social struggle against the establishment.

    Now Bob Dylan – who could justifiably claim to be the architect of Barack Obama’s ‘change’ catchphrase – has backed the Illinois senator to do for modern America what the generation before did in the 1960s.

    In an exclusive interview with The Times, published in T2 today, Dylan gives a ringing endorsement to Mr Obama, the first ever black presidential candidate, claiming he is “redefining the nature of politics from the ground up”.

    Dylan, 67, made the comments when being interviewed in Denmark, where he stopped over in a hotel during a tour of Scandinavia.

    Asked about his views on American politics, he said: “Well, you know right now America is in a state of upheaval. Poverty is demoralising. You can’t expect people to have the virtue of purity when they are poor.

    “But we’ve got this guy out there now who is redefining the nature of politics from the ground up…Barack Obama.

    “He’s redefining what a politician is, so we’ll have to see how things play out. Am I hopeful? Yes, I’m hopeful that things might change. Some things are going to have to.”

    He added: “You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.”

    Dylan’s endorsement contains much symbolic significance. The legendary singer-songwriter, who has an art exhibition opening in London next week, became a focal point for young people worldwide when he released the album ‘The times they are a-changin’,” including the famous song of that name, in 1964.

    The track, which he wrote as the social liberation of the ’60s astonished politicians and parents, included lines urging people to accept and embrace what was happening around them.

    Memorable lines included: “Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall,” and: “Come mothers and fathers throughout the land, and don’t criticise what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly agin’.”

    Read the exclusive Times interview

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