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Politics : Just the Facts, Ma'am: A Compendium of Liberal Fiction -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Lazarus_Long who wrote (49402)	7/14/2006 11:50:44 PM
From: Sully-	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 90947

Ms. American Spy (AKA - The day that Fitzmas died) posted by Mr. Right The Right Place In honor of the momentous events of these last few days, I channeled my inner-moonbat and came up with (dare I say it): the world's very first Fitzmas Carol! A tune destined to be sung by joyous moonbats every Fitzmas Eve as they gather around the tree and exchange gifts! I hope you enjoy it... Ms. American Spy (Sung to the tune of Don McLean's American Pie) A short, short time ago I can still remember How the "Plame Game" used to make me smile And as I read those D-Kos rants I got a big bulge in my pants And thought maybe we'd get "Chimpy" for awhile But then June 12th made me shiver Fate became an "Indian Giver" Bad news on the Internet Precisely what I had fret! Oh, I remember how I cried When I thought of Wilson's "outed" bride Something deep within me fried The day that Fitzmas died So don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly Did you see the film Loose Change? And do you have faith you're not deranged Though ev'rybody tells you so? Do you believe in "Downing Street" The "Memo" that'll get Shrub impeached? And can you prove Kerry won O-hi-o? Well, I know that Diebold rigs machines 'Cause the exit polls are all I need Vote counts are just a ruse I'd Rather trust CBS News! I was a lone mid-thirties ne'er do well In my Mommy's basement on her old-school Dell But I could have sworn I was in Hell The day that Fitzmas died I started singin': Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly For nearly six years, we'd been overthrown Reading psychotic rants in Rolling Stone Believing every conspiracy Will Pitt had to vent his spleen With a quote he borrowed from Howard Dean And a scream that came from you and me Oh, and while Chimp's polls were looking down Fitz dropped the ball and lost his crown The Grand Jury was adjourned No indictment was returned And while Markos read a book on Marx Code Pink protested in the park Neil Young sang dirges full of snark The day that Fitzmas died We were singing: Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly Bash 'em, smash 'em, gut 'em all and trash 'em Repukes get off, seems we just can't thrash 'em All our hopes are fading fast Nancy's built a House of glass Those frozen assets could bite our ass Didn't need that freezer full of cold hard cash Thought TruthOut's scoop meant Karl Rove's doom We envisioned his frog-marching gloom Our cause it would advance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause Leopold's tale was far afield Those "business hours" refused to yield Do you recall "Sealed Versus Sealed"? The day that Fitzmas died We started singing: Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly Oh, and there we were all in one place Moonbats lost in cyberspace With no chads left to count again So come on, Fitz be nimble, Fitz be quick Indict some Rethug and make it stick 'Cause indifference is the fascists' only friend And as I watched him on the news My lips were clenched 'round some cheap booze But no drink the store would sell Could break Bushitler's spell And as the "Plame Game" died out in the light To cheers from the "Religious Right" I saw Freepers laughing with delight The day that Fitzmas died We were singing: Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly I met a girl who'd popped some 'ludes And I asked her to improve my mood But she told me that she was gay I went down to the DU board Where I'd read the good news weeks before But the threads there said the indictment wouldn't play And in the streets Mother Sheehan screamed Franken cried, and Al Gore schemed No "truth to power" spoken Air America was broken! And the blogger I admired most Armando from the Daily Kos He hopped a Lear Jet for the coast The day that Fitzmas died And they were singing: Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly This'll be the day donkeys fly They were singing: Don't cry, Ms. American Spy We'll get Libby for his fibby And then Cheney will fry And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly! intherightplace.blogspot.com

To: Lazarus_Long who wrote (49402)	7/15/2006 3:41:11 PM
From: Oeconomicus	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 90947

Ahh, I see. I thought you said "Julius Caesar got his a couple millenia [sic] ago" - as in "got his" from the frogs - not "got his IN a couple ..." Slightly different meaning, I think. Of course, the grammar sucks your way, which is why the meaning was unclear. Grammar's much more important than spelling, wouldn't you say? Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe tuo fo 100 anc. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! ;-)