Short Wave Sportfishing wrote:
On Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:22:48 -0400, "Eisboch" wrote:

"Short Wave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:43:59 -0400, "Eisboch" wrote:

"hk" wrote in message
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I'm not impressed by any of these shots. I'd be more impressed seeing
the
kid working at the library, or competing in a spelling bee, or writing a
12-page book report.
The perfect way for a kid to spend summer school vacation, huh?
Ever wonder why Harry never talks about his kids?

Well, now you know why. They have a price on his head for ruining
their lives. :)
It must be a real jolly time at Grandpa Krause's house on Christmas day.

I can see it now - gathering around the fire while Grandpa Harry reads
the traditional Christmas story:

'T'was the night before Winter Festival and all through the middle
class home being forced into foreclosure due to inept Bush
Administration handling of the financial crisis causing the greatest
recession since the Great Depression.

Not a creature was stirring, not even the evil Rethuglican mice who
are controlled by the Bush/Cheney/Big Oil cabal.

The threadbare stockings with holes in the toes were hung by the
chimney with care because the electricity was cut off due to high oil
prices forced on the public by Exxon/Mobil.

In hopes that the Obamessiah soon would be there...

And so on...

~~ I had a joke about Obama, Biden and eight tiny, carefully selected,
politically correct reindeer of diverse economic and ethnic status,
but I'm tired and ran out of steam. ~~ :)



You ran out of steam 20 years ago.

This one ain't mine, but it is funnier than yours, and more accurate:

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the White House,
New ideas were aborning
Like ticks on a mouse.

Rich folks' taxes were shriveling,
Like grapes in the sun;
Civil liberties vanished
Until there were none.

Dubya was tucked in
For a night in the sack;
Next morning he'd get a
Fat check from a PAC.

Unemployment might run out,
But what did he care?
CEO's would snatch options
Out of thin air.

Halliburton would prosper,
Dick Cheney had said;
Visions of dividends
Danced in his head.

When what before George's eyes did arise
But a vision that made him distrust his eyes.
Before him were people in trouble, in need:
Aged, homeless, single moms, with children to feed.

"We don't need a tax break," they shouted in chorus
"We just need a White House that does something for us."
They pointed their fingers, they wailed in despair;
"Who are you?" said George W. "Why are you there?"

"We're the people," they answered. "It's your job to lead us."
"Care for people, find new jobs we can work at to feed us."
George was startled, he said: "Don't you know I'm compassionate?"
"But there's just so much wealth, and it's my job to ration it."

The folks in the vision all pointed their fingers
at George; in his mind, the image still lingers.
"Out with Dubya and Cheney", they chanted away;
"Down with Rove, Ari Fleisher, and of course, Tom DeLay.

Give us a Senate that has no Trent Lott.
This is democracy -- perhaps you forgot."
Bush awoke in a swelter; his forehead was feverish;
This wasn't his white-bread world, Beaver Cleaverish.

There were people out there that he had no idea of:
Poor and black, gay and female: not the class, all of we're of.
He sprung from his bed and began to take notes.
"Oh my God," thought the President, "They might have votes.

I hope it's not true; what else could be horrider?
They might even win the election in Florida."
And he worried away through the rest of the night
About power for the people, and to Bush a good fright.

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