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!

posted by Arator | 10:00 AM

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