The Siege Of 45

The Trump White House has portrayed the first two month’s of 45′s presidency as a complete success. 220,000 jobs have been added, $100 billion have been shaved from the national debt, and Trump has claimed progress in the war against the Islamic fundamentalists, ISIS.

The President has replaced his old phone to broaden the reach of his executive missive.

The Mainstream Media has earned his wrath.

“Just heard Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Much higher ratings at Fox.”

His accusations of leaks are aimed at the other branches of the government.

“The real story that Congress, the FBI and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information. Must find leaker now!”

His grasp of diplomacy flipflops with his attention span.

“Despite what you have heard from the FAKE NEWS, I had a GREAT meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!”

And let’s not forget his No Health Care Plan.

“Great progress on healthcare. Improvements being made – Republicans coming together!”

Needless to say Trump triumphs over all.

What a man.

Johnny Rotten Lives

In the winter of 1977 GOD SAVE THE QUEEN hit the jukebox of CBGB’s. Punk had gone international. The song was #1 on the UK charts without getting airplay and the Sex Pistols further immortalized the hit by playing the nihilistic anthem on a Thames River cruise. The band never performed in New York, but the words to ANARCHY IN THE UK were an anthem for us all.

“I wanna be anarchy.”

31 years later Johnny Rotten came out of seclusion to call Sting a “soggy old dead carcass”.

This on-the-mark outburst came as the Sex Pistols prepared for a one-off gig to mark the 30th anniversary of their album NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS and he continued to lambastE Sting as saying: “You know listening to Stink try to squeak through Roxanne one more time, that’s not fun. It’s like letting air out of a balloon.”

Johnny ‘Old’ Rotten also commented that drug-taking was “a bit old fart”.

I had snorted a line of blow with him and Judy Nylon at the Mudd Club.

One line.

Not an old fart then, because in 1980 cocaine was cocaine and not the industrial powder of today.

From his approaching senior citizenship perch Johnny Lydon also commented of Amy Winehouse’s and Pete Doherty’s drug problems, he said: “You know you can use drugs for entertainment, but you should be quiet about it. That shouldn’t be your centre showpiece. There’s not much going on in their head with them. They’re not thinking. They’re not doing this for the right reasons. They obviously don’t enjoy what they’re doing. And that’s why you turn to drugs. And that’s what happened with Sid Vicious, he wasn’t happy about what he couldn’t do.”

A lot of people say that Johnny abandoned Sid, but the movie THE FILTH AND THE FURY reveals the friendship and love between the two band members. The Sex Pistols existed for a short time, but their influence can be measured by how many Thai kids wear Sid tee-shirts and it’s only because they’re black. They know exactly who he was.

To hear the Sex Pistols – God Save the Queen – YouTube, please go to the following URL


Back in December 1959 Chuck Berry invited a Apache girl from Yuma, Arizona to work at his club in St. Louis. Police arrested the rocker on charges of violating the Mann Act i.e. transporting a minors over state lines. The girl was charged with prostitution and testified that she and Berry had had sex numerous times on the journey from Yuma to St. Louis.

“What was your purpose in bringing Janice from Texas to Missouri?” The Judge asked Berry during trial.

“She needed a job and I had a job for her in the club.”

Chuck Berry served three years in prison.

His song SWEET LITTLE SIXTEEN remains a classic warning to men.

Caveat puella.

To view SWEET LITTLE 16 go to the following URL

JOHNNY B GOODE / Chuck Berry and John Lennon

Back in 1972 ohn Lennon, Chuck Berry, Yoko Ono and other musician played JOHNNY B GOODE on the Mike Douglas Show, Yoko sang back-up until a tech thankfully pulled Yoko’s mike lead out of the amp.

To watch JOHNNY B GOODE please go to this URL


Several years ago Dannatt and I attended a party for Interview Magazine in hopes of speaking with their managing editor. Glenn was an old timer like myself. I had once threw him out of a nightclub.

This evening’s soiree was held at an unfinished hotel.

Very unfinished.

The crowd before the entrance of the construction site was 10 deep. I slid through the expectant entrees and said I was on the list as Johnny Justice.

“We were wondering who you were.” The black-clad press secretary pointed me out to her friends.

“That’s me. International man of mystery.”

Two steps into the work site I was forgotten. My friend Dannatt and I whisked up to the top floor for sushi, champagne, and conversation. Glenn was surrounded by his coterie. I got a wave and went to the bar. After an hour I heard the call of my pumpkin truck.

I shared the service elevator down with a beautiful blonde in jeans. She was in a panic about claustrophobia.

“I hate elevators.”

“They were very terrifying in TOWERING INFERNO.” I had sat in the second row of the Ziegfield Theater for that film. The inferno was very towering at that distance from the screen.

“I hate that film.” She rushed into the corner elevator, face buried in the padding.

“This one is okay.”

“How do you know?”

“Because empty elevator never crash>”

She shddered upon hearing my say ‘crash, but on the ground floor she regained her composure. I held the door open with my hand. Afterwards Adrian said, “That’s Stephanie Seymour.”

“Who?” The name meant something.

“The Victoria Secrets model.” Dannatt rolled his eyes at my ignorance.

Five years out of the country does wonders to your celebrity antennae.

“Her boyfriend is building the hotel.”

“Fabulous.” It sounded like the right thing to say.

I shook hands with Dannatt and took the subway to Brooklyn. No top models on my arm. No limo. No penthouse. Just the A train heading to Lafayette Street.