America, the Bushieful

...beautiful, it ain't.

Eighty-eight verses and climbing:

*O Bushieful for...*		*Obamaful for...*
1) Specious lies	16) No-bid mercs	31) Change and hope	51) Occupy	71) Coverage yanked
2) Spookdom's gapes	17) New Orleans	32) Bush redux	52) FEMA camps	72) Kiev coup
3) Heroes killed	18) Uncle Buck	33) Detentions	53) Failed false flags	73) New trade deals
4) PNAC's plans	19) Kenny Lay	34) Drone attacks	54) Syria	74) Bundy's stand
5) Double games	20) Wellstone's plane	35) Doubling down	55) Commie pervs	75) ISIS miss
6) Open doors	21) Bonesmen's Tomb	36) Peeping pervs	56) Creeping night	76) Nazi hate
7) Terror scares	22) Black box votes	37) Health reform	57) Swelling tides	77) Ferguson
8) Neocons	23) "New Freedom"	38) Nuke loopholes	58) Romney's thugs	78) Scotland's "Yes!"
9) Preemptions	24) Foolish pride	39) Gushing gunk	59) Diplomats	79) "War on war"
10) Dollar's doom	25) Beast-like men	40) Cap and trade	60) Sandy Hook	80) Borders breached
11) Opium	26) Closet gays	41) Groping goons	61) Rand Paul's stand	81) Shellackings
12) "Shock and awe"	27) Presstitutes	42) Wikileaks	62) Boston's shame	82) Amnesty
13) Toxic troops	28) Abramoff	43) Rising youth	63) Orwell's fears	83) Boehner's tears
14) Genocide	29) Trillions lost	44) Telescreens	64) Hasting's pen	84) Oil's crash
15) Torture camps	30) Patriots' dream	45) Fallout's rain	65) World War III	85) Yemenis
		46) War times 3	66) Putin's play	86) U.S. tanks
		47) Goldstein's death	67) Cruz control	87) Secrecy
		48) No-fly zones	68) Shutdown stunts	88) Charleston
		49) Mounting debt	69) Mom shot dead
		50) Native sons	70) Website woes

Sunday, February 10, 2002

When Once We Were Free

When once we were free,
We lived happily
In a land of our very own!
Our gov'ment we chose
So it shan't impose
O'er us like some king on his throne!

If ever it veered,
Toward tyranny steered,
To it we'd not beg nor plead!
Consent we'd withdraw,
From us came the law,
Together, we'd simply secede!

But the tyrant hissed,
"You'd best not resist!
My rule you shall never escape!"
"This Union I'll save,"
The tyrant did rave,
But 'twas not marriage -- it was RAPE!

To arms we did go
To battle our foe
And throw off the usurper's reign!
But, though he was wrong,
His arms proved too strong,
Now we're raped again and again!

In captivity,
Our hearts are yet free
To remember the life we'd known
When once we were free
And lived happily
In a land of our very own!