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Politics : Right Wing Extremist Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: lorne who wrote (50705)	9/21/2005 10:05:18 AM
From: GROUND ZERO™	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 59480

Bingo!!! Great article... GZ

To: lorne who wrote (50705)	9/21/2005 11:10:51 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 59480

Question Are liberals from another planet? Answer: Yes, the planet known as Taxes, celebrated in song by Kenny Rogers. Planet Taxes They rode like they was Rangers as they came out of the skies They had High-Tech horses with beacons in their eyes My gun was cocked and ready when I looked into their face I seen they just weren’t just common buck-a-roos born of the human race No, sir, these Cowboys came from space Their shootin' irons shot laser light and their spurs was anodized Bandanas caked with stardust and their jeans was pressurized Well he handed me a halter, said, "Tighten up the girth." But before I hit the saddle we were miles above the Earth. And I mean MILES above the Earth Yippie-aye-ay-e I seen London, Paris, Budapest, Kashmir and Tokyo And there ain't no sight like a desert night looking down on Mexico To the Moons of Mars and Jupiter, 'round Saturn's rings we rode Past the frozen plains of Pluto where even the sunshine's cold Man, I do mean COLD Then our interstellar stallions sailed through the starless void There was nothing to miss in that emptiness, not even a stray asteroid So we picked up the trail of a comet tail, man, you can't even DREAM that far And the galloping beat like the rhythm of an old catgut guitar Just the strummin' of a distant star Yippie-aye-ay-e Well, it could have lasted minutes or a hundred thousand years When they got me down, I was safe and sound and it hadn't even popped my ears And they reared back on their broncos and they shot a bolt of light I knew they were the Tax guys, yes, sir. you got it right 'Cause their cowboy hats was White So I asked ‘em as they pulled their reins towards the settin' sun I said, "Before you go, I'd like to know, just where you boys come from?" Well they opened up a star chart and said, "right here where this 'X' is It's the biggest place in Outer Space, the planet known as Taxes" Yippie-aye-ay-e Yippie-aye-ay-e Yippie-aye-ay-e Yippie-aye-ay-e