Monday, July 30, 2007
Breaking News - Fred is Dead
Hopes ran high, but for the month of June, Thompson could only summon a mere $3 million, Politico reports; and now plenty of Republicans are worrying that perhaps his hyped campaign may turn out to be a thundering dud.
Initially, folks gathered around Superfly Fred and imagined the dauntless district attorney leading the charge of well-heeled ruffians into the battlefield of spin and win.
But alas, it seems that even GOP voters this year want a little meat of substance to go with their kool aid and "Law and Order."
So my dear GOPers, without District Attorney Arthur Branch to beat back the hippies in riot gear with billy clubs, there can only be one outcome: an even bigger whoopin' in '08 than in '06.
You see, you rubberstamped every lame brained idea out of the White House -- and even at this late date -- you continue to support Bush and Co.
It's apparent that you took the wrong lesson away from Watergate; it is not to bury the truth even deeper and obstruct justice. It is to bring forth the lies and crimes to the light with the knowledge that in doing so the public would reward you for rising above partisanship; maybe even a few of you would've survived.
But unfortunately, you failed miserably; and yes, that includes Specter, Collins, Warner and other so-called Republican centrists. Howling Latina knew Howard Baker and "Mac" Mathias; and none of you are Baker or Mathias.
You and your party will pay the price for corruption and cowardice -- as is only just. Indeed, after it's all over, the bloodbath after Watergate will seem more like Ronald Regan's 'Morning in America.'
Now hear are the catchy lyrics from "Fred is Dead" by Curtis Mayfield to keep your mind away from your problems:
Hey, hey...
Love, love...
Yeah, yeah...
Uh huh...
Freddie's dead.
That's what I said...
Let the man rap a plan; 'said he'd send him home.
But his hope was a rope, and he should have known.
It's hard to understand; there was love in this man.
I'm sure all would agree, that his misery,
was his woman and things.
Now Freddie's dead.
That's what I said...
Everybody's misused him; ripped him off and abused him.
Another junkie playin'; pushin' dope for the man.
A terrible blow, but that's how it go...
Freddie's on the corner now... if you wanna be a junkie,
wow...
Remember, Freddie's dead...
We're all built up with progress,
but sometimes I must confess,
we can deal with rockets and dreams,
but reality... what does it mean?
Ain't nothing said.
'cause Freddie's dead.
Hey, hey...
Love, love...
Hey, hey...
Yeah, yeah...
Huh huh...
Love, love...
Yeah, yeah...
Huh huh...
Yeah, yeah...
