I met my old Party
In the gutter last night
They seemed so glad to see my …
Running mate
And we talked about my sell-out
And we drank to spreading fears
NOW crazy, after all these years
Oh, right-wing crazy after all these years

I’m not the kind of man
Who tends to go Church
I used to lean on
Some moderate centrist ways
But I’m now a fool for wingnuts
That whisper in my ears
NOW crazy, after all these years
O’Reilly crazy, after all these years

Barely forty percent, mourning
Evangelical fawning
Throwing my career, a-way
Sarah doesn’t worry
Why should she?
Alaska’s gonna secede

Now I sit, in my campaign bus
And I see the cards
I guess I won’t do some damage
If things go Obama’s way
But I WOULD CLEARLY BE  CONVICTED
By a jury of my peers
NOW crazy, after all these years
O’Reilly crazy …
NOW crazy …
NOW crazy … after all these years

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BLOGWORTHIES:

Standing Athwart the Conservative Mess, by P.M. Carpenter at BuzzFlash.

Yeah, Greenspan, Where’s Your Ayn Rand Now? — at One Good Move.

Country First? – at All Hat No Cattle

Madkane on Sarah the “Intellectual?”

“NOT ONLY CAN I SEE ALASKA FROM MY DACHA, BUT WHEN THE PRESENT GOVERNOR REARS HER AIRHEAD, IT’S MORE OF A DANGER TO RUSSIAN AIRSPACE THAN CHERNOBYL.”