Friday, November 14, 2008
Inauguration Deficit Disorder
Can't you people wait?
I guess you're going to have to. The Facebook Freaks who are demanding Obama's impeachment realize he can't be ousted from an office he has yet to be sworn into. But the minute he takes the oath, they're there to relieve him. What grounds, you ask? What difference does it make? He's a Marxist. He's a Socialist. He's a schvatzah. He's not like us. He's this. He's that. He's too cool. He's too black.
Like the cop at the scene says. Okay, folks, move it along. There's nothing to see here. Just history being made. Go back to your ramshackle white trash homes. Lock the doors behind you. The show's over. Don't stand in the doorway. Don't block up the hall.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Dont stand in the doorway
Dont block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
Theres a battle outside
And it is ragin.
Itll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And dont criticize
What you cant 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 cant lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin.
Why has it taken so long? Get out of the way, you pitiful fools. You have no idea how to deal with such a watershed moment. Your labels don't fit. And your vile protestations are so last century. Put Obama's head on a brown shirt flag waver. Sticks and stones. You're lucky he's so cool and so magnamimous. Otherwise, it would be the pillary for y'all. Even liberals/progressives or whatever the fuckin' label you want to throw on the thinkers of this not so perfect union is. We have limits and goddam, if you push us, there will be payback.
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5 comments:
He's Cleavon Little and you know it......
Awright. I'll go as far as Putney Swope, but that's my limit.
Hahahahaha......
BTW, you've used y'all incorrectly. ....pillary for all y'all is a better read. Pillary for you'uns would work, or Pillary for secretary of state....Take your pick.
The year is 2008 .... The place....America. It's autumn and it's election season Sadly, a huge part of the voting populace is suffering....not from a disease of the body as such, or even a disease of the mind, but a new terrible disease. A disease that is so insidious, so vile, and so without mercy, that in many cases it is considered incurable. It's called "Blackened Soul Syndrome......a very seductive mistress of a disease that seems to grip so tightly to the very nervous system of it's host that it would lend the poor animal inept of normal existence. Then, without it's full faculty, the sad creature lashes out at the very foundations that gave it comfort. A comfort that was taken for granted and, although completely unnatural, one that the poor beast thought would magically go on forever. With an almost involuntary and uncontrolled anger, it strikes. At this point in the disease, the sad miscreant has formed an ability to live only in the extremes and only among other variant miserable cohorts....sadly, it has entered “The Blacklight Zone”.
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