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Photos below from a vigil at the Capitol in St Paul, MN (click on them for a larger image)
Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused The indictments were hanging like Damoceles’ sword As verminous oxen prepared to be gored The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed While visions of prison cells loomed in each head And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap When out on the web there arose such a clatter The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash He booted his browser and cleared out his cache The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air Made Dubya shiver with angry despair When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy? A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie! With an impartial manner that gave Bush the shits He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz! With unwavering voice, his indictments they came He cleared out his throat and he called them by name: Now Scooter, Now Libby, Now Blossoming Turd, Now Cheney, dear Cheney, Yes, you are the third To the bench of the court Up the steps, down the hall Now come along, come along, Come along, all! He then became silent, and went right to work He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk And pointing his finger at justice’s scale Said, “The people be served, and let fairness prevail.” He then left the room, to his team gave a nod And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight “Merry Fitzmas to all, and to all a good night!” - © Daryl W. Permission granted to repost. Please include this attribution.
Posted by: Seattle Will Prevail | October 26, 2005 at 11:04 PM
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Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House
Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused
The indictments were hanging like Damoceles’ sword
As verminous oxen prepared to be gored
The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed
While visions of prison cells loomed in each head
And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap
Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap
When out on the web there arose such a clatter
The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter
Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash
He booted his browser and cleared out his cache
The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air
Made Dubya shiver with angry despair
When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy?
A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie!
With an impartial manner that gave Bush the shits
He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz!
With unwavering voice, his indictments they came
He cleared out his throat and he called them by name:
Now Scooter, Now Libby,
Now Blossoming Turd,
Now Cheney, dear Cheney,
Yes, you are the third
To the bench of the court
Up the steps, down the hall
Now come along, come along,
Come along, all!
He then became silent, and went right to work
He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk
And pointing his finger at justice’s scale
Said, “The people be served, and let fairness prevail.”
He then left the room, to his team gave a nod
And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade
And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight
“Merry Fitzmas to all, and to all a good night!”
- © Daryl W. Permission granted to repost. Please include this attribution.
Posted by: Seattle Will Prevail | October 26, 2005 at 11:04 PM