My contribution to the War on Christmas:
Oh Little Town of Washington
O little town of Washington,
How well we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sheep
The silence that you buy;
Yet on thy dark deeds knoweth
That we will shine the Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
WIll indict thee to-night.
Your threats are not so scary,
Though gathered from above,
We no more sleep, but start to keep
Tabs on our corrupt gov.
O liberal blogs, together
Proclaim the gread besmirch!
And praises sing to Fitz the King,
Let’s bring peace to earth.
How silently, how silently,
Our trust in you was riven!
We forgave you with all our hearts
Because of nine-eleven.
But your lying war was coming,
For all the world a sin,
Where money was received in, still
Coming, rolling in.
Where once we were proud and happy
You’ve been running wild,
Now misery cries out to thee,
Disasters heavily piled;
Where charity stands watching
As you block every door door,
The dark night wakes, New Orleans breaks,
Incompetence comes once more.
O corruption of Washington!
Leave us be, we pray;
Cast out your sin and enter in,
Be true in us to-day.
We hear the Fitzmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide near us,
Where you belong–in jail!
[I’ll probably crosspost this on dKos and MLW and ePMedia]
