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Merry Christmas Steve -

“I’m dream of robbing you this Christmas”

I’m dreaming of a red Christmas
Just like the ones that Stalin knew
Where the hovels glisten,
and we peasants listen
To carrots simm’rin in the stew

I’m dreaming of a green Christmas
With every carbon credit that I glean
May your footprints be snowy and clean
And may all your Christmases be green

I’m dreaming of a liberal Christmas
With every dollar that I steal
May your days be merrily surreal
And may every Christmas be a deal

To paraphrase Sam’s line from Casablanca, it almost takes the sting out of being occupied.

Almost.

“If I were a dog and you were a flower, I raise my leg and give you a shower.”

Piss on all these arrogant asses. There. Got it off my chest.

OK – so it doesn’t rhyme but I like the ending.

‘Twas the night before Socialism, when all through the House
Not a creature was stirring unless you count Pelosi and her louse.
The Democrat’s clothes were all new, sparking with care,
While us great unwashed masses mended our last pair.

Our children were all frozen, not snug in their beds,
As visions of toys, food and married parents danced in their heads.
Many mammas in their ‘kerchiefs, and pas in their caps,
Wished the Democrats would settle their brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the South Lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Men frozen in their beds couldn’t rise to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows, Democrats flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and let out a gasp

Lights long dimmed to pay for Socialist power
Couldn’t fully show America’s True Flower.
They all knew it was Sarah Palin, straight from the frontier
Come to make them accountable, a practice they all feared.

She appeared in a moment, so surprisingly lively and quick,
That the Democrats knew their actions must be quick.
“Oh no,” Pelosi cried as she turned to her clan
“How dare she interrupt us before we even began!”

“Now Pelosi! Now Reid! Now Franken and Baucus
On MSM! On Hollywood! On and on you guys go and forget about the caucus!
From the top of our mountains to the bottom of our trees
We wish you to dash away. Forever. Could you do that now, please?”

“You were voted into office, how quickly you forget,
By members of this nation, and not your favorite pets.”
So down from the house-top all the Democrats flew
To seek solace with their brothers caged up in Washington’s Zoo.

But then, in a second, they heard on the roof
The stomping and beating from millions of boots.
They drew in their heads, and made straight for the door
Only to find out it had been barred long before.

The stomping continued, and the wind began to blow
The Democrats were scared, “We not ready to go!”
“You should have thought of that before you passed all your bills
But the country is now sick and tired of all your power grabbing ills.”

“We’ve had quite enough of your refusal to hear
When we held our Tea Parties and shouted loud and clear
That we would not stand for your passing of laws
That tax most Americans beyond what normal duty calls.”

“And don’t forget the majority that marched in September
1.5 million people shouldn’t be hard for you to remember.
We marched then against healthcare, but you ignored us all the same
How foolish you all are. So simple. So vain.”

“You think us simple and stupid, clinging to our Bibles and guns
We want our country safe. Therefore our job is not done.”
A wail rose from the House, to be heard near and far
“But how will we get our money, our power and our cars?”

“That’s not our problem,” Sarah shouted from the ground
As the boot stomping from above greatly increased in its sound.
“Your job is to serve us, to listen to what we say
We are merely people, not your self-serving prey.”

Suddenly it grew quiet, and the Democrats ran again for the door
Stepping over the ones who’d passed out on the floor.
But as they crossed the threshold, they heard a shout in the night,
“Republicans and Conservatives, now is the time to stand up and fight!”

Don’t quit your day job.

No, seriously.

Don’t.

In addition – have you listened to the talk radio shows – What can I do now? Talk about firing workers to load up the unemployment numbers and the state programs to bring them down. Talk about going to jail – and then challenging the Constitutionality of sending someone to jail for not buying something. Talk about – how to bring this government to a stop – since they aren’t listening, don’t care and are just out to destroy the economy and our values. And I agree with them – Take the government down, before it takes America down.

2010 – Repeal the Bill and Punish those who voted for it.

Works for Me.

And great poems guys!

He pounded the podium hard with his fist
and he screeched really creepy at the times he had missed
this is one chance he’s taking, this health bill will pass
and he jumped as Ben Nelson’s big lips kissed his ass

ol Benny was happy, his State was immune
from now on the whole country will dance to his tune
He knew that his “boss” had to bribe him, you see
Pinky’s promise of no taxes, hell, he got off scott free!

and Mary of Louisiana, man, she even got more!
it would be a nice compliment to call her a whore
300 million dollars of our taxes she’ll spend
for a vote that will make our once great country end

Chris Dodd got a “hospital”, an unknown one to boot
it was just a hundred mill, he spends that on his suits
but his vote was for sale, as it was with his peers
and Al Franken was a shoe in, for two cases of beer

They all sat there not thinking, just doing what they were told
all proud of their “transparency” and being “historically bold”
they all looked at themselves like they thought they were cool
but each one secretly knew they were a weak bunch of tools

They laughed at Roland Burris, who got a bought seat for free
as he recited a poem, mocking democracy
the comic of corruption, thinking he’s great cuz he’s black
while the entire senate laughs at him behind his back

The Republicans absent, their presence not needed
because just like teabagging, they found out they were “Reid’d”
they really did try to stop this bill from it’s passing
because they knew that outside, there were patriots massing

The Democrat Senate is spineless and weak
they are led by that creepy little ferret faced freak
and the House has a leader with a face made of plastic
and instead of real make up, she uses a bucket of Mastik

The Democrat party is bent on legislation
that will ruin this country, while they go on vacation
the really dont give a damn, that is very plain to see,
they are fascists, socialists, and their votes are NOT free
There’s a storm in the air, and I think I know when
they will lose all their thrones in two thousand and ten
the people are awakened, by the enemy at the gates
and we will have to defeat them before it’s too late

So pelosi, and schumer, and Ried and Chris Dodd
and Landrieau, and Murtha, and that Wyoming clod
enjoy your Christmas, be merry, and keep up your gloating
because come next november, it will be Americans voting

You are destroying this country, for money and power
but you’ll find when it happens, you’ll have less than an hour
to go into hiding, from the mobs at the door
and you’ll see your dear leader, lying prone on the floor

He’ll be begging and pleading and saying it wasnt just me!
I was just taking orders from the Messiah you see?
took him straight to the hospital! But he discovered
that the Health Bill he forced through, well, his ass wasn’t covered

He looked at the paper, reading paragraph seven
it said “people in your age group should be thinking of heaven
Alone in the waiting room, shivering with cold
reading “treatment denied” because he was simply too old

And cheers from the parking lot rang loud in his ears
and his crust wrinkled cheeks were now wet with his tears
“but I’m Harry!” he croaked with his chin now on his chest
As the doors burst open, and he was dragged out with the rest.