“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
HALLELUJAH! HOOP DEE DOO! POO POO PA DOO! WOO HOO HOO! TRA-LA-LA and SCOOBY DOOBY DOO!
The DOW JNES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE ROSE TWO-HUDRED FORTY-THREE POINTS TODAY
27,332.03 +243.95 (0.90%) Jul 12, 4:14 PM EDT ·
BETTER STILL ALL THREE OF THE LEADING INDICATORS ARRIVED IN RECORD TERRITORIES TODAY.
OVERALL UNEMPLOYMENT IS THE LOWERST IT'S BEEN IN FIFTY YEARS.
BLACK and HISPANIC UNEMPLOYMENT ARE AT ALL-TIME LOWS AS WELL.
ONCE AGAIN WE MUST LAUD AND APPLAUD OUR WONDERFUL PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP FOR THE REMARKABLE HEALTH AND STREGTH OF THE ECONOMIC BOOM THAT HAS OCCURED SINCE HE TOOK OFFICE.
The guitar improvisation is a bit too static for my tastes, but I commend it for having a certain soothing, peaceful quality, and for its absence of blatant, cliché-ridden vulgarity.
And as for the snotty, sarcastic, abysmlly cynical "DEAR LEADER" crack, all I can ask is, "Wouldn't you prefer to have a leader who is on YOUR side leading your country to unparalleled heights of prosperity with minimal unemployment, than a "Charismatic Pied Piper" who seduces you with empty promises of giving you a Heaven on Earth where everything you want, need or dream about getting will be yours for FREE, if only you will SURRENDER your Will and Power to Chart Your Own Course to HIS (or HER §;^} superior wisdom?"
Breathes there a man with soul so dead who never to himself has said, 'This is my own. my native land. This is my native land?'
This is MY country, land of my birth. This is MY country, grandest on earth. I pledge thee my allegiance, America the Bold, For this is MY country to have and to hold.
Do you remember when we used to sing that at regular intervals during school assembies, Farmer?
I do, and believe me we were infinitely better off in those exhilarating post-WWII days when we still fervently beieved in ourselves and the greatness –– and the even-greater promise –– of our Founding.
May cynics forever cease their snide, sarcastic gibes and sour, scolding strains, abandon their chronic disdain, and join Our Happy Throng!
AND NOW A WEE BIT O' FREESTYLIN' ORF ME OWN FOR YOUR DELECTATION AND ILLUMINATION:
_ WHERE IS THE MONEY? _
With the Farmer in the Dell? At the bottom of the well? Is it in a ball of yarn, Or the hayloft in the barn? Is it underneath the bed, Or buried with the dead? Is it up your uncle's sleeve, Or the place you go to grieve? Is it buried neath the grass, Or with the town jackass? Was it eaten by the goat, Or is it on a boat? Perhaps it's in the trees Guarded by a swarm of bees? Is it underneath a rock, Or ‘neath a brick, or cement block? I suppose God only knows? It never, ever grows, But ebbs each day away. Where it’s gone no one can say.
~ “George Minafer Amberson”
______ EPILOGUE ______
I'm sure, I'm sure I know Where the money had to go: Not in the belfry with the bats, But taxed away by DemonRATS!
Well, "Whatever floats your boat" ___ _____ apparently must be The rule by which we live each day _____ enthusiastically. My brother whips his passion out, _____ and slips in the goat. My sister's looking for a pimp _____ to get her a mink coat. My mother's coke-addicted _____ and has a rotted brain. My father soaks himself in gin _____ to help him ease the pain. The neighbors' thirteen children _____ dance nude and uluate Their parents laugh, and love to see _____ their kiddies masturbate. Our Parish priest they say _____ just worships little boys From whom, 'tis said, he gets _____ the most exquisite carnal joys. But I am odd, I must confess, _____ for me there's no excuse. I've chosen to be celibate, _____ and live as a recluse!
Do you remember when we used to sing that at regular intervals during school assembies, Farmer?
No, but I remember saying the pledge of allegiance, followed by duck and cover drills in 3rd grade. I was out of the country from 66-70, so i can't speak much for what they were doing in schools then. I only know that after that, all the kids were interested in one thing only... getting "stoned."
OFF TOPIC BUT GREAT GOOD NEWS:
ReplyDeleteHALLELUJAH! HOOP DEE DOO! POO POO PA DOO! WOO HOO HOO! TRA-LA-LA and SCOOBY DOOBY DOO!
The DOW JNES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE ROSE TWO-HUDRED FORTY-THREE POINTS TODAY
27,332.03 +243.95 (0.90%)
Jul 12, 4:14 PM EDT ·
BETTER STILL ALL THREE OF THE LEADING INDICATORS ARRIVED IN RECORD TERRITORIES TODAY.
OVERALL UNEMPLOYMENT IS THE LOWERST IT'S BEEN IN FIFTY YEARS.
BLACK and HISPANIC UNEMPLOYMENT ARE AT ALL-TIME LOWS AS WELL.
ONCE AGAIN WE MUST LAUD AND APPLAUD OUR WONDERFUL PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP FOR THE REMARKABLE HEALTH AND STREGTH OF THE ECONOMIC BOOM THAT HAS OCCURED SINCE HE TOOK OFFICE.
DEAR LEADER,
ReplyDeleteDer Lieder?
ReplyDeleteThe guitar improvisation is a bit too static for my tastes, but I commend it for having a certain soothing, peaceful quality, and for its absence of blatant, cliché-ridden vulgarity.
ReplyDeleteAnd as for the snotty, sarcastic, abysmlly cynical "DEAR LEADER" crack, all I can ask is, "Wouldn't you prefer to have a leader who is on YOUR side leading your country to unparalleled heights of prosperity with minimal unemployment, than a "Charismatic Pied Piper" who seduces you with empty promises of giving you a Heaven on Earth where everything you want, need or dream about getting will be yours for FREE, if only you will SURRENDER your Will and Power to Chart Your Own Course to HIS (or HER §;^} superior wisdom?"
Breathes there a man with soul so dead who never to himself has said, 'This is my own. my native land. This is my native land?'
This is MY country, land of my birth.
This is MY country, grandest on earth.
I pledge thee my allegiance, America the Bold,
For this is MY country to have and to hold.
Do you remember when we used to sing that at regular intervals during school assembies, Farmer?
I do, and believe me we were infinitely better off in those exhilarating post-WWII days when we still fervently beieved in ourselves and the greatness –– and the even-greater promise –– of our Founding.
May cynics forever cease their snide, sarcastic gibes and sour, scolding strains, abandon their chronic disdain, and join Our Happy Throng!
AND NOW A WEE BIT O' FREESTYLIN' ORF ME OWN FOR YOUR DELECTATION AND ILLUMINATION:
ReplyDelete_ WHERE IS THE MONEY? _
With the Farmer in the Dell?
At the bottom of the well?
Is it in a ball of yarn,
Or the hayloft in the barn?
Is it underneath the bed,
Or buried with the dead?
Is it up your uncle's sleeve,
Or the place you go to grieve?
Is it buried neath the grass,
Or with the town jackass?
Was it eaten by the goat,
Or is it on a boat?
Perhaps it's in the trees
Guarded by a swarm of bees?
Is it underneath a rock,
Or ‘neath a brick, or cement block?
I suppose God only knows?
It never, ever grows,
But ebbs each day away.
Where it’s gone no one can say.
~ “George Minafer Amberson”
______ EPILOGUE ______
I'm sure, I'm sure I know
Where the money had to go:
Not in the belfry with the bats,
But taxed away by DemonRATS!
~ Anna Stutt Orbzirva
AND NOW THE INEVITABLE UNBIDDEN ENCORE:
ReplyDelete______ PARADISE FOUND ______
Well, "Whatever floats your boat" ___
_____ apparently must be
The rule by which we live each day
_____ enthusiastically.
My brother whips his passion out,
_____ and slips in the goat.
My sister's looking for a pimp
_____ to get her a mink coat.
My mother's coke-addicted
_____ and has a rotted brain.
My father soaks himself in gin
_____ to help him ease the pain.
The neighbors' thirteen children
_____ dance nude and uluate
Their parents laugh, and love to see
_____ their kiddies masturbate.
Our Parish priest they say
_____ just worships little boys
From whom, 'tis said, he gets
_____ the most exquisite carnal joys.
But I am odd, I must confess,
_____ for me there's no excuse.
I've chosen to be celibate,
_____ and live as a recluse!
~ George Oliver Pendwell
Do you remember when we used to sing that at regular intervals during school assembies, Farmer?
ReplyDeleteNo, but I remember saying the pledge of allegiance, followed by duck and cover drills in 3rd grade. I was out of the country from 66-70, so i can't speak much for what they were doing in schools then. I only know that after that, all the kids were interested in one thing only... getting "stoned."
UYUP!
ReplyDeleteSICI! SAD! DERANGED!
Thanks to Cultural Marxism's pernicious influence on education at all levells, and Leftist Perverts on SCOTUS.