Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Scott Heard Round the World

"Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'."

Weeks after the eruption of Mt. We The People, the aftershocks and fallout from the Massachusetts election continue. In the halls of the capitol, Chicken Little is running wildly about, flapping his or her stubby wings and shrieking wildly, "The paradigm has shifted, the paradigm has shifted". Democrats, who haven't been seen in weeks are starting to crawl out from under their desks and the Pink RINO's are trying to bulk up and grow back their trunks. The cowardly rat bastards are all squealing like rats in a trap because they understand what happens when the pendulum has reached its peak and has started the swing back toward the center. Their comfortable ship of state is taking on water too fast for the pumps and the spin doctors to handle.

"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'."

Berry Hussein Hopenchange, ever the true ideologue, vows to stay the course. Like his predecessor, George Dubbie, he seems oblivious to the handwriting on the wall, "you have been judged by the people you serve and you have come up short." He seems bound and determined to dash the rudderless ship of state on the rocks. Perhaps he has no choice. His handlers, Worm Tongue and Screwtape are constantly in his ear and I seriously doubt if he has ever had an original thought in his life. Much of America are starting to see through the smoke and mirrors and see the Emperor is buck necked, like the day he was born.

"Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'."

If the Obimmunist had the sense God gave a goose he might get on the phone to Slick Willie and ask him how he salvaged his floundering presidency. In spite of his many flaws and defects of character, Clinton was a slick politician. When his army of focus groups said that he was too far to the left for We the People he moderated his position and moved back to the center and was able to torment and entertain us for four more years.

"The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'."

Special thanks to the great poet and song writer, Bob Dylan for the song, The Times They Are A-Changin'.

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