King Glut (King Glut)
Now when he was a young man,
He never thought he’d see
A black man blocking him, from the Presi-den-cy

(King Glut) How’d you get your money?
(Lucky Glut) Was it your blond honey?
Lives in Arizona,
Lost his maverick persona (King Glut).

Drillin’ in your backyard (Oil Glut)
Playin’ the race card (Right-wing Glut)
Even Bush thinks he’s a retard (Iraqi Glut)

Now, when I’m rich,
Now don’t think I’m a nut,
Just want some fancy houses,
Like those owned by King Glut (King Glut)

He really is a Dummy,
Older than a mummy,
Lives in Arizona, lost his maverick persona,
Can’t use a cell phone-a, his TWELVE  Condos are a boner,
King Glut!
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BLOGWORTHIES:

Madkane: McCain Thought They Were Asking How Many Combs He Owns.

Democracy as Daycare , by P.M. Carpenter at BuzzFlash.

Sen. Bernie Sanders on Income Inequality, at One Good Move.

Dan Kurtzman with Top 10 Dumbest John McCain Quotes.

Lisa Casey on McCain’s pick for running mate.

However, even this move was condemned as a hostile action by the Arab world, since Israel’s departure from the Middle East seriously threatens the region’s second largest cottage industry, terrorism.

Consequently, Hezbollah began to export its terror tactics abroad, by attempting an attack on Boca Raton at 4:30 p.m. yesterday. The operation was timed to coincide, for maximum impact, with the Jewish High Holiday of Early Bird Special.

Hezbollah’s leader, Sheik Hassan Nasrallah, stated that while the Arab Nation “still wanted to drive the Jews into the sea, we really didn’t have in mind the Boca Raton Resort & Beach Club.”

Serendipitously, the plot was foiled by a white-haired, white-shoed, white-belted octogenarian wearing a Members Only jacket in 98-degree heat, when he backed his Buick into a flatbed truck carrying men wearing flip-flops, bermuda shorts and black hoods, as they were leaving Costco after purchasing the extra-jumbo sized bag of fertilizer.

Costco itself is being investigated for systematically issuing its club cards in the names of Hamas, Hezbollah, and The Aryan Nation, and for not sounding alarm bells when the fertilizer was purchased without any coupons.

However, not all of the Hezbollah guerrillas were apprehended, as some escaped through Alabama and into Philadelphia, Missisisippi. This, in turn, led to massive air strikes by expatriate Israelis, who completely leveled that notoriously racist town, the first Israeli military action ever approved by the U.N.

Despite this military setback, Hezbollah continued to achieve political gains.¬† As a result of Florida’s seriously dysfunctional election system, Sheik Nasrallah was elected governor of the Sunshine State, after the United States Supreme Court stepped in and ruled that there was no obligation to count thousands of hanging voters.

Finally, in related news, Israeli commandos simultaneously launched a major ground “offensive” against Mel Gibson.

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BLOGWORTHIES:

BuzzFlash’s¬†Bush as Lord of the Flies.¬†

Skippy on Lieberman campaign.

All Hat No Cattle’s Bush Armageddon edition.

 

But November 2000 made me shiver
Paper chads in Palm Beach not delivered
Bad news on the Court steps
I couldn’t take one more step

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read the Court took Dubya’s side
But something touched me deep inside
The day democracy died

So Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
And FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ “this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

Did you write the book of hate?
Against gays do you discriminate?
If the Bible tells you so?
And do you believe in upholding Roe?
Can stem cells save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to talk real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with Bush
‘Cause I saw you take him up the tush
You can’t afford new shoes
But you still won’t vote for Bluu-uues

I was a lonely Dem, down to my last buck
Working red state precincts in a third-hand truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day democracy died

I started singin’
“Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
And FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’ “this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

Now for six years we’ve been on our own
GOP graft grows like a rolling stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester acted like a king or queen
In a way that totally pissed John Dean
And a police state, that’s comin’, for you and me

Oh, and while the jester’s looking down
King Cheney stole his thorny crown
Civil liberties, were adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Condi shut out Richard Clarke
The Neo-Cons war-gamed in the park
And Congress sat out in the dark
The day democracy died

We were singing,
“Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
Them FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’ ”this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
Cindy Sheehan in a Crawford shelter
Two miles from the ranch, holding a faaaaaa -sssssst
Her protest ended on the grass
With FOX News tryin’, to kick her ass
With the jester, in a motorcade, flying past

Now the aircraft carrier, fore-shadowed doom
While the jester flew in on his broom
Bush tried a victory dance
Oh, but he never got the chance!
‘Cause our soldiers tried to leave the field
The insurgents and militias refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day democracy died?

We started singing
“Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
Them FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’ “this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

Oh, and there they were just, losing face
An Administration in total disgrace
With no time left to start again
So come on, Rummy’s troops be nimble, his troops be quick!
Rummy sittin’ there, just holding his prick
Cause stupidity, is the devil’s only friend

As I watched the jester on the stage
His back “bunched up” like my fists of rage
No Kerry born in France
Could spoil that satan’s chance
And as Iraq flamed high, throughout the night
Killing both Sunnis, and Shiites
I saw Karl Rove laughing with delight
The day democracy died

He was singing,
“Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
Those FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’ “this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

I met a girl named Karen Hughes
Who tried to feed us bullshit news
But I just frowned and turned away
I went down to the Congressional Floor
Where I’d seen real oversight, years before
But a Specter, said checks and balances, went away

And in the streets: the ACLU screamed
Bloggers cried, and the liberals dreamed
But protest votes were token
Diebold machines were “fixed,” not broken
And the three men I despise the most:
Bush, Cheney, Rove, in hell they’ll roast
They all caught shit from Daily Kos
The day democracy died

And they were singing, “Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
And FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ “this’ll be the day the poor die”
“This’ll be the day the poor die”

They were singing
“Hi-Hi, Miss American Lie”
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee’s not dry
And FEMA boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’  “this’ll be the day the poor die”

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For musical version, check out One Good Move.

Like you were walking into a frat

Your stands strategically tipped to please the Right

Your bearing was “spoiled brat”

You had no eyes on the Neo-Cons

As you joined them in their lies

And your own Dad dreamed that you’d been aborted

You’d been aborted, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

You fooled them several years ago

When many were still naive

You said you’re a compassionate conservative

And that you would not deceive

But you gave away the surpluses

And our cred-i-bil-ity

I had some dreams that the ballots were counted

Ballots were counted, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

I had some dreams you were bitch-slapped by Kofi

Bitch-slapped by Kofi ….

Well, I hear you went to, your ranch in Crawford

Clearing brush is all you got done

And while the whole world seemed on the edge of flames

You rode your bike and got in your run

Well, you’re in the wrong place all the time

And when you are, you’re with

Some NSA spy, or the Veep, planning war crimes

Planning more war crimes, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right  move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

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P.S. Just for the record, this song is not about James Taylor.

BLOGWORTHIES:

Madkane on “off-key” Condi.

Crooks & Liars on Bolton boltin’ Sudan.

Seeing the Forest on former GOP Congressman “seeing the forest.”

When will you show your hand

You should have stayed on the ranch

You should have listened to your old man

You know you can’t lie forever

I never did vote for you

No more fodder for your friends to war with

Too many young are singing the blues

Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

So goodbye yellowcake road

Where the Neo-Con dogs all howl

You can’t plant me in Ramadi

I’m trading my sword for my plough

Back to the howling old Dick in the woods

Hunting his friends and his foes

Oh I’ve finally decided that all your lies

Will end with the yellowcake road

Ro-Ro-Ro

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

What do you think you’ll do then

After Iraq’s up in flames

It’ll take more — than a couple of Rove turds

To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement

There’s plenty like you to be found

GOP mongrels who ain’t got a conscience

Putting more boots on the ground

Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

So goodbye yellowcake road

Where the Cheneys and Rumsfelds all prowl

You can’t plant me in Fallujah

You committed the ultimate foul

Back to the howling old Dick in the woods

Slimy as the horny backed toad

Oh I’ve finally decided that all your lies

Will end with the yellowcake road

Ro-Ro-Ro

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh-Ahh-Ahh

Ahh

Just take the Constitution off the shelf

I’ll sit and read the whole thing by myself

Today’s “freedoms” ain’t got the same bite

I like those old time Bill of Rights

 

Don’t try to take me down to Gitmo

You’ll never bust me on the Patriot Law

I know Cheney’s got his ear to my door

I like those old time Bill of Rights

 

Still like those old time Bill of Rights

Before the NSA made me uptight

The ACLU will fight the fight

To save the old time Bill of Rights

 

Won’t let them listen on my cell phone

I’d rather meet you in the dead of the night

Ya’ gotta make sure you just keep outta’ sight

Cause they believe in ”might makes right”

Call me a liberal, call me what you will

I said “fuck Clarence, love Anita Hill”

Today’s Supreme Court is a total blight

We may have lost the Bill of Rights

 

Still like those old time Bill of Rights

Just keep your torture and rendition flights

They’re now issuing warrants-lite

I miss those old time Bill of Rights

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BLOGWORTHIES:

BuzzFlash Analysis on Dems: Clueless Again?

Crooks & Liars: GOP’S Hoekstra complains about Administration’s disregard of Congressional oversight.