FW: Twas the fright before Christmas....

Submitted by PAAMember on December 24, 2005 - 3:00am. ::

This was forwarded a couple of times before it got to me, but I believe it's by John Cobarruvias of Bay Area New Democrats (BAND). BAND seems to specialize in going after Tom Delay, and this poem for the season is no exception. Enjoy!

Thanks, John. Just the thing before I settle down for a long winter's nap....

Bill

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>Please share, repost, or what ever you would like to do with this:
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>Twas the fright before Christmas
>by John Cobarruvias
>
>Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the day
>Not a criminal was stirring, not even DeLay;
>
>The indictments were hung by the chimney with care,
>In hopes that Ronnie Earle soon would be there;
>
>The republicans were shivering hidden in their beds,
>With visions of dropping the soap, dancing in their heads;
>
>And Dick in his office, and I in my bunk,
>Had just settled down for another "slam dunk",
>
>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
>Spying on Americans? So what's the matter?
>
>Away to the window I flew like a flash,
>Tore open the shutters and hid all my cash.
>
>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
>Gave the lustre of mid-day to my stash of blow,
>
>When, what to my lying eyes should appear,
>But a miniature camera, and eight tiny ears,
>
>With a loss of privacy, so lively and quick,
>I knew in a moment it must be that prick.
>
>More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
>And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
>
>"Now, Kerry! now,
>Clinton! now Boxer and Biden!
>On, Obama! on Pelosi! on, Kucinch its time for riding!
>
>In the top of the ceiling! Inside of the wall!
>Civil rights away? Wiretaps for all?
>
>Before attempts to point blame began to fly,
>They met with an obstacle, a constitutional cry,
>
>So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
>With threats of 911, and terrorist too.
>
>Choking on a pretzel, I heard on the roof
>Spying on Americans without the burden of proof.
>
>As I threw up in my hand, with no legal ground,
>Down the chimney came Ronnie Earle, court order abound.
>
>He was dressed in the constitution, from his head to his foot,
>And told me to sit down and stay my ass put;
>
>A bundle of indictments he had flung on his back,
>Going after them all, the whole lying pack.
>
>The Democrats eyes - oh how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
>Earles facts smelled like roses, oh the weight it would carry!
>
>His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
>His "you have the right to remain silent" was ready to go
>
>
>His breath he held tight, behind his teeth,
>And the smoke from his ears was like a burning wreath;
>
>He had a mad face and a fire in his belly,
>That lit and shook, when he offered the KY jelly.
>
>He wasn't chubby and plump, like a jolly old elf,
>And I choked when I saw him, and wet myself;
>
>A wink of his eye and a wrenching of his head,
>Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;
>
>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
>And completed the indictments; then turned to the jerk,
>
>And shooting his finger like I once did,
>While giving a nod, up the chimney he hid;
>
>He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a thunk,
>And away they all flew while I blew chunks.
>
>But I heard him exclaim, as he hit the trail,
>"Merry Christmas with your pretzel stale, for next year you're going to jail."


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Submitted by PAAMember on December 24, 2005 - 11:00am.





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In a message dated 12/24/2005 1:02:15 AM Central Standard Time,
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style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: blue 2px solid"> style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#000000 size=2>This was
forwarded a couple of times before it got to me, but I believe it's by John
Cobarruvias of Bay Area New Democrats (BAND).  BAND seems to specialize
in going after Tom Delay, and this poem for the season is no exception. 
Enjoy!

Thanks, John.  Just the thing before I settle down for a
long winter's nap....

Bill



 

 

Very cool !  Thanks : )

 


 Peace, Love, Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas, Joyful
Kwanzaa, Happy Ramadan,
Blessed Yule & a Groovy Winter Solstice,
  Juli

And now for something  completely different
;
).........................................................



~On
the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my

potential-acquaintance-abuse-survivor gave to me:


Twelve males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual
drumming,


Eleven pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra
made up of members in
good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called
for in their union
contract even though they will not be asked to play a
note...);


Ten melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the
patriarchal ruling
class system leaping;


Nine persons engaged in
rythmic self-expression,


Eight economically disadvantaged but still
virginal Gyno-Americans stealing
milk products from enslaved
Bovine-Americans;


Seven endangered swans swimming on federally
protected wetlands;


Six enslaved fowl-Americans producing stolen
nonhuman animal products;


Five golden symbols of culturally
sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration;
(Note: after a member of the
Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red
paint at my computer, the
calling birds, French hens and partridge have been
reintroduced to their
native habitat. To avoid further animal-American
enslavement, the remaining
gift package has been revised).


Four hours of recorded whale songs,



Three deconstructionist poets;


Two Sierra Club calendars
printed on recycled processed tree carcasses;


And a spotted owl
activist chained to an old-growth pear
tree.~