You’re probably getting sick of my carols… but I just can’t help it.
Ever since O’Reilly, one of the least Christ-influenced people I’ve seen on TV, declared war on Christmas (I got that right, didn’t I? Certainly, he seems against Jesus and all he stood for), I’ve been obsessed with Christmas carols.
OK, maybe I get them a little wrong, too…
Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful
Oh, come, all ye faithful,
Long-suffering, yet triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to stop the mayhem.
Come and let’s scold them,
Those rulers of America.
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them,
They wrecked our good name.
Sing, choirs of angry ones,
Sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens to heav’n above!
Our time has come,
Jail to the highest;
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them,
They wrecked our good name.
Yea, World, we greet thee,
Put aside your mourning;
Our honor back to you is giv’n.
The son of the father,
Now has lost his power;
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them;
Oh, come, let us abhor them,
They wrecked our good name.
Can we make suggestions? How about Good King Wenceslaus? I don’t remember you doing that one.
I’ll see what I can do with it.
I remember a kid’s book I once had with lines to that going something like “Good King Wencelaus’ car rolled out/On the foot of Stephen.”
Maybe I’ll be able to do something starting with “Good thing now that Scooter’s out… ” We’ll see.
of his West Wing Office
Well?
I’m working, I’m working!
Actually, I had to give a final exam, turn in all my grades, then drive three hours to New York City. Got here about an hour ago.
I like your addition, and will have to get to work. You may have sparked the best carol yet.
However, and in the meantime, I am also working on a blog tribute to Phil Ochs. Monday would be his 65th birthday.
Someone told me today that I needed to be more high maintenance so I’m working about it. Back to my real self — take your time. I’m expecting a masterpiece. But no pressure.
Just for you (maybe I respond to high maintenance demands):
Good Thing Now That Scooter’s Out
Good thing now that Scooter’s out of his West Wing office,
When the snow lay round about, maybe Karl’ll lose his.
Democrats can’t sleep at night; wow that man is cruel!
Whenever he perceives a slight, attacking like a ghoul.
“Mehlman, come and stand by me, if you know it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me slander, bring me lies, bring me pine logs hither,
You and I will see him writhe, when we bear them thither.”
Pig and toady, forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the nation’s sad lament and threw him to the weather.
“Sire, the night is darker now, and the scandal stronger,
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good stooge, tread now in them boldly,
You shall find the country’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”
In a falling master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Slime was in the very sod which the fascist printed.
Therefore, right-wing men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Turn away from Karl’s path and find yourself a blessing.