We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
--definite a Reagan-flowing-to-Romney vibe there in how that 1987 performance is striking us here in this time of the sinister gaslight.
If there was such a spirit flowing, why would BD run that song (i send many he doesn't), why did i send it, why did you pick it up as your favorite, and why did my source run it, just a couple days ago?
I got it from Our Lady of No Holds Barred Ann Barnhardt, who printed it because she ''felt like dancing'' after reading Karl Denninger's ''The Market Ticker'' column, wherein he applies his theme (roughly, ''the lies we are learning that we have been living under'') to the insurance industry's forced swallowation of pre-existing conditions being as tho they aren't that.
KD, via Ann quoting:
If you have a "pre-existing" condition then you're not buying insurance.
Remember what insurance actually is: A small payment made to someone in order to obtain pooled risk against an unlikely but catastrophic event that one either cannot or chooses not to reserve against on one's own.
By its very nature insurance is a negative-sum game. That is, if you take all the bad outcomes that happen across the insured population and sum their costs, the cost of the insurance purchased by that population must exceed the sum of the costs.
It cannot be otherwise or the insurance company will cease to exist as it will make continual losses and eventually run out of capital.
As such if the catastrophic event already happened you're not negotiating for "insurance"; you are now trying to lay off on someone else ex-post-facto, the cost of mitigating the damage that has already occurred.
The common word for that attempted act is 'theft'.
Para bailar la bamba,
se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia,
para mí para tí, y arriba y arriba,
Y arriba y arriba, por tí seré,
por tí seré, por tí seré
Anyhoo, the song came from a 'screw you sonzabitches' spirit like KD's and Barnhardt's (and Maggie's farmhearts), 300 years ago, in the seaport of the Spanish colonial city of Veracruz on the Gulf of Mexico, when it arose to mock and deride the condescending airs of the Spanish Viceroyal governments. Ay yi yi, connection!
Anyhoo, somehow it became a wedding song, for many generations tho sadly hardly anymore. The newlyweds would dance a certain (we call it 'classical' now) step, as the tempo of the song would pick up, the couple would too, the footwork faster and faster until the band would have mercy and stop.
The idea must've been akin to a Appalachian mountain folk chivaree, i'd imagine.
There's some wonderful, i mean wonderful, traditional versions on youtube (google will have to descend a mighty long ways into big brother hades before it ever overcomes the gifts it gives with youtube).
Here's one of those gifts, with the twin harps of the centuries-old tradition, a lead singer the image of Chill Wills (in fact an entire band so expressive the players will charm you right out of your socks), and having great fun dancing those steps, a very regal beauty in a Spanish wedding dress: