And don't call me Charley

"Are you sure this is how Edgar Bergen did it?"
"Shut up John; I can see your lips moving. Oh, and cut your fingernails."

Will Islam subjugate the US?

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We won't need no subjugation,
we do our own thought control.
No free thinking in the classroom;
teach 'em Marx, not "roll your own."
Hey teacher, dhim the lights, you're done.
All in all the Republic's in a free fall.
All in all we gave up heeding the call.

Red Ink River Flow

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Let me spend, let me spend,
Let the Red Ink River flow,
Let me breach, let me beach
On the shores of bankruptcy.
Let me tax, let me tax,
'Til you crash upon your couch,
Let me reach, let me leech
Far beyond the painful 'ouch.'

Spend away, tax away, run away. [Repeat: x4]

I'm the prez and Rahm says I'm the shade of Chicago,
From Kenya (sing Enya!) and the Isles of Hawaii,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Hopey Change,
From the tee to the green, far beyond the PGA.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Oh. [Repeat: x3]

Spend away, tax away, run away. [Repeat: x4]

Achoo

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"I sneezed a sneeze, a sneeze I snoze
and blew by tea ride up by doze."

In other news...

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In an unrelated matter, the Roman Catholic Vatican office responsible for ignoring the Graven Images Prohibition Commandment, Prego al Cemento, expressed outrage at the US Department of State's "living art" representation of Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper, which featured Hillary Clinton and Leon Panetta but without that annoying Christ.

Are you there yet?

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The onset of maturity ...
is it when you begin
preferring pie to cake?

Election 2012

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Occasionally, desperate times throw up a savior. These times just throw up.

Of William Ayers, Barack Obama, and the OccuTards

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The brazen sons of bitches
have no use for the Constitution
or the capitalism that makes
possible their generosity with OPM.

I wonder if my generation is the last to know freedom
or if this degeneracy began the moment the republic
was founded and we all die regretting
what we have passed on to our children.
Children, who if they knew, would slit
our throats while we sleep.

Artistic Life

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Born free,
as free as hard work blows,
as food stamp Doritos,
as Section 8 condos,
born free to live L'artiste.

Live free,
in underpass gray days,
with HIV gay ways,
off me and my paydays
live free, for Ars gratis artis.