Saturday, November 1, 2008

He ain't finished yet!

PRESIDENT BUSH,  the self-proclaimed decider  who has been exiled by his own party since the GOP convention, is still trying to recapture a few moments of past glory in the closing days of his residency in the Oval Office.  Apparently hopeful that he will be best remembered by the people who sustained him for 8 dark years in the White House, Bush is calling for new  rules to relax federal regulations  on several environmental  fronts:  disposal of radioactive waste, mining exploration, commercial fishing, auto emissions, etc.  I would place this in the category of a reverse Hail Mary pass.  But for those of us who found little cheer in the Bush presidency, I would offer this consolation prize:  As of today, there are only 80 days left to his nightmarish run since the fateful day when the U.S Supreme Court, by a single vote, granted him the job.  You can celebrate, if you wish, by going shopping.  


John said...

Bill O'Reilly's No Spin Zone,
is rated highly by his own beloved mother,
but ... no other.
Except that Bill, for all his faults,
still has one skill, a skill of sorts.
He can amuse a true dumb ox,
the dullest crayon in the box,
the kind of ox that watches Fox.
And Bill will pander to this group,
with propaganda, right-wing poop,
knee-jerk views and censored news.
Thus Bill O'Reilly earns his crust,
behaving vilely as he must.
He will not shirk from Rupert's work.
He really is a perfect berk.

John Cleese

John said...

We are all in such a rush
hither and fro with no blush
Give Bush some time
Before the end of this rhyme
There are many more things he can crush

Jack Conway

Grumpy Abe said...
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Grumpy Abe said...

Fargoz said:

Twas the night of the election and all through my house
Not a pundit was stirring, not even O’Reilly, that louse
No chads would be hung in the voting booths this year
In hopes that optical scan would provide a winner clear

The dogs were all nestled snug in their beds
While visions of captured squirrels danced in their heads
My ex, at her house, and me with my Dell on my lap
Had just settled in for a long winters nap

When there on the tube there rose such virulent chatter
I sprang forth to my flat screen to see what was the matter
Away to the remote I surfed channels in a flash
Turned off Fox News…enough of this trash

Away came relief from spin doctors who blow
Gave way to the late night of a new Daily Show
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Millions of Americans choosing hope over fear

With a confident demeanor, steady like a rock
I knew in a moment this must be Barack
More rapid than Barracudas his detractors they came
And he laughed and he parried as he called them out by name

“Now Hannity, Now Coulter, Now Maverick, and Beck
Who do you think is responsible for this wreck?
Come down from your perch from on top of that wall
Now Go away, Go away, Go away all.”

As scurrilous rumors on the “internets” fly
When grating robo-calls keep escalating the lie
So to the air waves right wing nuts they flew
With a slew full of smears about Barack and his crew

Sarah brought eyes that twinkle and wink
McCain and “Unable” threw the kitchen sink
Her rallies filled with “real American” hate
Exposed in interviews with Gibson and Kate

The stump of pipe guy named Joe the Plumber
The gambit that ran from dumb to dumber
His own unpaid taxes rendered his lament pretty lame
His 15 minutes turned into twenty of shame

And then in an instant, I demanded the proof
All this pontificating sent me through the roof
As I drew my head, and was turning around
To the podium Barack came forward in a bound

He was dressed like a winner in a well tailored suit
And his clothes were all paid for without campaign loot
The American Dream he carried on his back
And he looked like the right one to put us on track

He was skinny and wiry with ears like an elf
“That One” I laughed … in spite of myself
A flash of his smile and a nod of his head
Soon gave me to know we had nothing to dread

He spoke many a word in an inspiring address
Leaving hope that we might undo this catastrophic excess
And laying out his vision in a voice strong and loud
He spoke of my country in a way to be proud

He sprang from the stage an exhorted his team
To hit the ground running with a full head of steam
But I heard him exclaim, as he walked out of sight
“Happy Election Day to all, and to all a good-night.”


(With apologies to Clement C. Moore)

John said...

Now clever are we all?
And never take a fall,
Sarah praised the Phillies in west Penn.
they hope she won't do that again
For Buck's fans they are all.