Florida Power and Light’s Turkey Point nuclear power plant has a problem. It’s cooling canals that protect the reactor from a melt-down are polluting Biscayne Bay.  FPL says the canals are not a pollution problem.  But, if the canals they say are not a problem are a problem what other safety elements of the plant are a problem?  Three Mile Island, Chernobyl and Fukushima were called safe plants, not a problem, until an unforeseen problem arose.  But, nuclear accidents are not unforeseen and will occur again.  Risks that cannot be mitigated, however remote, should not be assumed.  Remote events statistically occur with regularity.  Chernobyl contaminated half of Europe.  The extent of Fukushima’s long-term contamination is yet unknown.  We should not be fooling with the stuff.


(To the tune of, “If I Were A Bell,” by Frank Loesser, from Broadway show, “Guys and Dolls.”)

Ask me how would I feel, if plutonium traces start showing?
Well sir all I can say, if you turned down the lights I’d be glowing.

Three Mile Island occurred to foretell.
At Chernobyl hot isotopes dwell.
Fukushima should have rung a bell.
But they shrug and say, all’s well.

Ask me at whom I’d rage, if my children imbibed radiation?
Mister nuclear physicist, best you’d be taking vacation.

With the threat of a nuclear tragedy tragically real.
They should start closing plants down
and stop asking me how I would feel.

Lyric © 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved


(To the tune of “Ol’ Man River,” by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II, from the 1927 musical show “Showboat”)


Here we all live by a constitution.
We’ve a High Court to proclaim its voice.
The President submits a nomination.
The Senate confirms or rejects his choice.

Republicans say screw the constitution.
Chances of hearings, not even slim.
“Scalia’s seat is our own for keeping.
Want a new Justice who’ll vote like him.”


Hold no hearings.
We’ll hold no hearings.
Mitch tells Obama
Spare us the drama.
We’ll hold no hearings.
There’ll be no hearings this year.

And Merrick Garland
Won’t mete out justice.
The cards in our hand
Laid-out say just this.
We’ll hold no hearings.
There’ll be no hearings this year.


Democrats can rant and worm.
His nomination we’ll not confirm.
But, heads you lose, tails you lose.
Should President Trump be the one to choose.


Call us laggards.
Say we’re stonewalling.
Approval ratings
Can just keep falling.
We’ll hold no hearings.
There’ll be no hearings this year.

Lyric © 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved.



 In the fall of 2011 protestors occupied Zuccotti Park near Wall Street in New York’s financial district. The movement called Occupy Wall Street remained there for about 9 weeks protesting social and economic inequality. Now Bernie Sanders is campaigning to occupy the While House under the same mantra. He may be tilting at windmills given the Democratic Party’s arcane delegate garnering process under which insider super-delegates outweigh voter preferences, but the Occupy Wall Street anthem below still expresses his just cause.

(To tune of “Two for the Road,” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer, from the film (1967) of the same name, starring Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney.)

If you’re tired of all you see.
Come occupy Wall Street with me.
We’ll challenge corporate-ocracy.
Protest its warped milieu.

In New York, and Chicago, and L.A.
Wherever they promote the creed –
Worshipping greed
And seeking wealth, beyond all need

It isn’t that we’re anarchists.
And no, we aren’t communists
But that the one percent persists.
Wanting the whole darn pie.

As long as money gets the nod.
And profit is the end-of-all God.
Then, we will occupy.


And so inside if anger burns
Get out and vote and watch the returns.
And we will occupy.

Lyric © 2011, 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire All rights reserved


The Republican establishment has suddenly awakened to the likelihood of Donald Trump becoming its nominee for president. That realization has unleashed a desperate campaign to stop his ascent to the party’s nomination.

(To the tune of “You’re the Top,” by Cole Porter)

Not the Trump.
Anyone but Donald.
Not the Trump.
How we yearn for Ronald.
No conservative, he’d give us a black eye.
He’s the King of Con.  He’s the Twitter-Don.
He’s a dangerous guy.

Not the Trump.
Got a tiny weenie.
Not the Trump.
Thinks he’s Mussolini.
Cruz gives us the blues, and Rubio’s a punk.
So, the GOP roars in misery,
“To the bars – Get drunk.”

Not the Trump.
Who will stop the Trumpster?
Not the Trump.
Drop him in the dumpster.
This is suicide, a coattail ride we’d skip.
Desperation’s come when Mitt Romney’s
even sounding hip.

POTUS Trump.
Breathes an air of panic.
Not the Trump.
He’d be our Titanic.
He will take us down, this circus clown, this chump.
Groucho Marks’ more presidential.
Not the Trump.

Lyric © 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved.

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