It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas (Artist Willson Meredith)
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in ev'ry store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door.
A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen;
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart.
From the diary of David Brooks;
I’d say it aloud and I’d say it to myself; Newt Gingrich will imperil conservatism and the Republican party if he runs as the GOP nominee. With three wives, cheating on two of them when they each had cancer, trying to shut down the government while speaker, lobbying (or whatever you call it) to get 1.6 million dollars from Freddie Mac, the list is endless. 50% of America says they won’t vote for him under any circumstances. Sometimes even a political writer has to stop thinking about politics. Brooks was just on the radio station that was playing (what else) Christmas music.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Gingrich
Every new poll shows he alive and he’s back again
his lead is well over ten
his same old games has got his gang aglow
It’s beginning to look a lot like Gingrich
He poo poo’s his lies of yore
so what if he’s had wives three
he says this time he’ll act faithfully
and these days he will stray away no more.
Once a lobbyist in cahoots
he now says the point is moot
and that he won’t work for Fannie Mae again
about his past please don’t talk
his draft dodging way back then
and this time he just can’t wait
so he can stop the government again
It’s beginning to look a lot like Gingrich
though his past peers say no
as speaker he wasn’t swell
he’s calm now so you can’t tell
just when that famous temper just might blow
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
DO CLIMES HAVE TIME?
TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN' (Artist; Bob Dylan)
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
From the diary of the David H. Koch;
I can’t believe it. We groomed the guy, we paid the guy, and hes going to tell us that there actually is climate change? This was supposed to be our scientist, and he says that we are having more extreme weather? Just because we had a dozen billion dollar disasters this year, it could happen any year. Of course, it never did happen any other year, but why? Why couldn’t he just take the money and be vague and obscure? Why did he have to be so factual? My liberal friends (I only have a few) always tease me that facts are known to have a liberal bias. Well I did enjoy that patriotic commercial in the Superbowl with Bob Dylan, oh those old hippies. Koch drifts off to sleep as Mr. Dylans voice comes over the radio...
Come gather around people
the science is known
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept that soon
Shores will be drenched to the bone
If your coastline to you is worth saving
‘Cause you’ll have to start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone
For the climes, they are a changing
Come writers and critics
Its science not zen
And keep your eyes open
The chance won't come again
We must speak out soon
There’s no time for spin
And those who deny must stop gaming
If we’re losers now
we will not later win
For the climes they are a changing
Come Senators and Congressmen
Why so much gall
Don’t let the lobbyists
Pull their great stall
The Golden state's parched
While its you who has stalled
Where there used to be rain
There's now none at all
For the climes, they are a changing
The winter's more cold
And the spring bakes the land
So don’t criticize
If you wont understand
These new forces of nature
Are beyond your command
Your bridges and roads are now aging
Please get out of the way
If you cant lend a hand
‘Cuz the climes they are a changing
The line it is drawn
Changes come fast
Those slow to adjust
Are consigned to the past
As the present now
will later be past
As our timeline is rapidly fading
And the climes
They are a changing.
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
From the diary of the David H. Koch;
I can’t believe it. We groomed the guy, we paid the guy, and hes going to tell us that there actually is climate change? This was supposed to be our scientist, and he says that we are having more extreme weather? Just because we had a dozen billion dollar disasters this year, it could happen any year. Of course, it never did happen any other year, but why? Why couldn’t he just take the money and be vague and obscure? Why did he have to be so factual? My liberal friends (I only have a few) always tease me that facts are known to have a liberal bias. Well I did enjoy that patriotic commercial in the Superbowl with Bob Dylan, oh those old hippies. Koch drifts off to sleep as Mr. Dylans voice comes over the radio...
Come gather around people
the science is known
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept that soon
Shores will be drenched to the bone
If your coastline to you is worth saving
‘Cause you’ll have to start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone
For the climes, they are a changing
Come writers and critics
Its science not zen
And keep your eyes open
The chance won't come again
We must speak out soon
There’s no time for spin
And those who deny must stop gaming
If we’re losers now
we will not later win
For the climes they are a changing
Come Senators and Congressmen
Why so much gall
Don’t let the lobbyists
Pull their great stall
The Golden state's parched
While its you who has stalled
Where there used to be rain
There's now none at all
For the climes, they are a changing
The winter's more cold
And the spring bakes the land
So don’t criticize
If you wont understand
These new forces of nature
Are beyond your command
Your bridges and roads are now aging
Please get out of the way
If you cant lend a hand
‘Cuz the climes they are a changing
The line it is drawn
Changes come fast
Those slow to adjust
Are consigned to the past
As the present now
will later be past
As our timeline is rapidly fading
And the climes
They are a changing.
Friday, January 20, 2012
THE BAIN OF JOB CREATION
Take This Job And Shove it (by Johnny Paycheck)
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I've been working in this factory
For nigh on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drowning in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folks die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right off my back
If I had the guts to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Well that foreman he's a riggity dog
The line boss he's a fool
Got a brand new flattop hair cut
Lord he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna blow my top
And that sucker he's gonna pay
Lord I can't wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
From the Diary of Mitt Romney
Vulture Capital- Oh God, Perry probably said that by accident when he meant to say venture capital. Can these folks even write a complete sentence down South. But I’m gonna need their votes so I gotta change that, I gotta change, I gotta have the strength to change. That’s right, make change is strength. That’s what Michael Corleone said I have the strength to change. And this Bain stuff, it’s becoming the bane of my existence. See, I’m funny, I can make a pun, I’m folksy. These folks that are so obsessed about jobs. If you lose a job at a factory you get a job with a Target or Walmart. Hey, a job’s a job. Hey, I don’t even know if I’m rich. And now I gotta release my tax returns? Maybe I should – it will just show how I was inhibited from creating jobs. But wait, I was supposed to have created them. Gotta change, have the strength to change. No matter what I had to do with jobs that was my job. How about the job I created for myself and all the managers, and all the tailors, and all the secretaries, and all the people who took care of my lawn. I wouldn’t have illegals, I was running for office for Pete’s sake. That said, Mitt drifts off into sleep. He’s turned the station to a country song to work on his “just plain folk,” self mumbling I’m gonna need them southern evangelical votes. (And as he thinks of all the great paychecks he’s gotten in the background comes the voice again of Johnny Paycheck.) I love the country folk, they really speak to me and as he drifts off to sleep, they do again.
Mitt Took Your Job And Shoved It
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
Well some been in this factory
For many, many years
But it’s Bain time, we’re in charge,
The sum of all your fears
Well I’ve seen them so called good folks die, with their health bills in the way
But we’ll take the shirt right off your back
‘Cause pink slips make my pay
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
The Mitt man says you’re all just cogs
He’s the hard line boss and you’re the fools
Got a brand new helmet haircut with all that MBA cool
So Bain ways are to blow things up
Fleecing all you suckers
It’s how we make our pay
I can’t wait to see your faces
It’s the order of the day.
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I've been working in this factory
For nigh on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drowning in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folks die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right off my back
If I had the guts to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Well that foreman he's a riggity dog
The line boss he's a fool
Got a brand new flattop hair cut
Lord he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna blow my top
And that sucker he's gonna pay
Lord I can't wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
From the Diary of Mitt Romney
Vulture Capital- Oh God, Perry probably said that by accident when he meant to say venture capital. Can these folks even write a complete sentence down South. But I’m gonna need their votes so I gotta change that, I gotta change, I gotta have the strength to change. That’s right, make change is strength. That’s what Michael Corleone said I have the strength to change. And this Bain stuff, it’s becoming the bane of my existence. See, I’m funny, I can make a pun, I’m folksy. These folks that are so obsessed about jobs. If you lose a job at a factory you get a job with a Target or Walmart. Hey, a job’s a job. Hey, I don’t even know if I’m rich. And now I gotta release my tax returns? Maybe I should – it will just show how I was inhibited from creating jobs. But wait, I was supposed to have created them. Gotta change, have the strength to change. No matter what I had to do with jobs that was my job. How about the job I created for myself and all the managers, and all the tailors, and all the secretaries, and all the people who took care of my lawn. I wouldn’t have illegals, I was running for office for Pete’s sake. That said, Mitt drifts off into sleep. He’s turned the station to a country song to work on his “just plain folk,” self mumbling I’m gonna need them southern evangelical votes. (And as he thinks of all the great paychecks he’s gotten in the background comes the voice again of Johnny Paycheck.) I love the country folk, they really speak to me and as he drifts off to sleep, they do again.
Mitt Took Your Job And Shoved It
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
Well some been in this factory
For many, many years
But it’s Bain time, we’re in charge,
The sum of all your fears
Well I’ve seen them so called good folks die, with their health bills in the way
But we’ll take the shirt right off your back
‘Cause pink slips make my pay
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
The Mitt man says you’re all just cogs
He’s the hard line boss and you’re the fools
Got a brand new helmet haircut with all that MBA cool
So Bain ways are to blow things up
Fleecing all you suckers
It’s how we make our pay
I can’t wait to see your faces
It’s the order of the day.
Mitt took your job and shoved it
You ain’t workin’ here no more
So go to work for Target
And be the workin’ poor
Don’t even think you can stay
‘Cause we’re closin’ up the doors.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)