The twisted, perverted tale of Brad and Janet....

Every once in a while I "rest" bits of entertainment. Instead of just listening ad nauseum to the same music over and over I compartmentalize and set aside some music so that at a later date I can get back into it with something resembling freshness.

Honestly, it even makes Andy Gibb work for me some times...

So yesterday I chose to listen to the soundtrack to an old favorite film, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show".

Taken on its own merits, RHPS is essentially a very traditional old-fashioned horror story jazzed up with a pretty catchy if occassionally unintelligible set of lyrics. No, I can figure our what they are saying, it's just that in some of the songs the words don't actually string to gether to form a coherant thought.

Young Brad and Janet, a white-bread mid-western couple of fresh-faced kids who have just become engaged are driving late one night in a thunderstorm and listening to Nixon on the radio in the dark twilight days of his presidency. Flat tire, songs, strange castle, and before you know it they find themselves in a topsy-turvy world that alters their perceptions of themselves, their narrow view of what sex can be, and how a massive power struggle for control exists between the old world, personified by a 1950's styled scientific community posited by their wheelchair-bound kindly former Science teacher, Dr. Scott, and the bizarre and quite literally alien world that seeks to dominate mankind and abuse rules of life previously the domain of God, as personified by Dr. Frank N. Furter.

Did I mention that the songs are pretty smokin'?

As I relived some fond earlier days of my life... less politicized times welled up in me and for a brief time I started to enjoy my car ride into work.

Then I realized that there are striking similarities to Castle Frank N. Furter and the White House.

Middle America is being condescendingly toyed with for having provincial views of sexual relations that don't include the perversity of same-sex relationships, and transgender exhibition. We are being taunted for having the Audacity of Faith to believe in a God who clearly doesn't care for All Americans. In fact, those that toy with us have their own religion, and it serves men of no discernible moral code other than the subjugation of normalcy.

Obama, as a "transformative" president, is nothing so much as Dr. Frank N. Furter.... he is sexy and cool, and building something not at all right.

Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi are the hedonistically inclined sexually attracted brother and sister servants who seethe at the unbridled power their foppish boss has, power which by right of greed should have been theirs.

Dr. Scott is the administrations view of Dick Cheney, who seems to be the spokesman for the previous administration, now hobbled and subject to alien control, but fighting it all he can.

Of course Meatloaf's character, Eddie, the troubled and dangerously unstable Rock-N-Roll boyfriend who used to be Frank's lover is a metaphor for Capitalism... formerly powerful and self-motivated, just as he received an inkling of responsibility to try to stop a madman the madman had him chopped up and served for dinner.

In a way, tap-dancing Columbia stands out as Israel... she SHOULD be an ally, she SHOULD be on Frank's side... after all she is in his company, but she loved Eddie, and now she is pretty much targeted as the first one to be lined up against the wall when the revolution comes, and shot (how's THAT for a mixed media metaphor?). Frank can't stand her because she and he both had Eddie as a lover.

Of course the party goers are congress and the house, a weird and Barney Frank-level set of aliens trying to dress and sound like humans but not quite passing muster.

So as America is portrayed as the virginal children, ready to either be seduced into a grander level of sexual realms or be crushed by the weirdness of it all, we are given only two choices, submit or embrace. The choice to not join in on this brave new world of hedonism seems to be anathema to the process.

And as in the harsh and all-too real world, the consequences of Frank N. Furter's selfish and lusty desires is traumatic to everyone, and after he gets offed by his underlings and Brad, Janet and Dr. Scott are left crawling on the scorched, useless Earth where once a castle stood, trying to figure out where we go from there... our future is similarly disheveled and somehow the idea of going back to where we once were seems impossible.

So....

Thanks for everything Frank. We really appreciate it.

You jackass.

I'm Dr. Calamity and I approve this message.