Notes: The election is here, so this is a song about wrestling with hope. Do we have any left? Does it serve to motivate us or merely render the sting of defeat all the more acute? I don't have the answer to those questions, and frankly I wish I had written something to get you all pumped up and super psyched to toss old man Trump out on his ass. Since I didn't do that, I'll turn to the Goonies, because Mikey is a born leader for whom I would be proud to cast my vote in any contest. When the Goonies wanted to give up, Mikey gave the finest speech in all of cinematic history:

"Don't you realize? The next time you see sky, it'll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it'll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to do what's right for them. Because it's their time. Their time. Up there. Down here, it's our time! It's our time down here! That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket."

Are we going to give up? Are we going to take the easy way out and ride Troy's bucket up out of the well to let our whole neighborhood get bought up by some two-bit golf club developer just because it's the easy thing to do? Fuck no! Goonies never say die! We're going brave boobytraps and gangsters. We're going to play a piano made of skeletons and ride a crazy cave waterslide all the way to the pirate ship, all on the slightest chance there might still be gold and jewels for the taking -- because that's what Mikey would do. Mikey knows that golf club developers are scum, and so do we!

Come on Goonies. It's our time. Go vote for Joe.

~M.E.