24 Jul
TREASON’S GREETINGS from Karl Rove
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“Stuck Inside a War-Torn Wonderland”
by Joe McKenna
(Sung to the tune of “Walking In A Winter Wonderland”)
Bombs explode – Are you listenin’
Along the road – Soldiers missin’
We’re frightened tonight
Our chopper’s in flight
Stuck inside a war-torn wonderland.
Gone away – is the U. N.
Here to stay – Americ-N’s;
We’ve cha-anged our minds
About weapon finds,
(Still we’re)
Stuck inside a war-torn wonderland.
In their country we’ll set up a council.
We’ll pretend it’s the Iraqi’s voice.
We’ll complain that they are at a stand-still.
If we left right now they’d all rejoice.
Later on, we’ll rehire
Ba’athist guards
We once fired;
They’ll smuggle our schemes
To insurgent teams
(We’re)
Stuck inside a war-torn wonderland.
In their country we’ll set up a council.
We’ll pretend it’s the Iraqi’s voice.
We’ll complain that they are at a stand-still.
If we left right now they’d all rejoice.
Later on, we’ll rehire
Ba’athist guards
We once fired;
They’ll smuggle our schemes
To insurgent teams
(We’re)
Stuck inside a war-torn wonderland.
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War to the World (Sung to the tune “Joy to the World”)?
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War to the world! Don Rumsfeld declares;Let’s go to war for oil!
Arms dealers and oil companies
Will make our foreign policies
And we’ll be safe and free!
And we’ll be safe and free!
And women and children will all be safe and free!
We rule the world! With bombs and tanks;
So let the war hawks sing!
We’ll target all the hospitals
And mosques and pesky journalists
And lie on CNN
And lie on CNN
And NBC and ABC and C-N-N!
War to the world! The empire reigns;
You’re with us or against!!
We’re good and you are ee-vil
We’re good and you are ee-vil
So we’ll blow you away
So we’ll blow you away
So Merry Christmas, and have a nice day!
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Silent Night, Hellish Night(To the tune of Silent Night)
Silent night Hellish night
All explodes – burns abright
‘Round Iraqi Mother and Child
Sanctioned infant tender and mild
Steeped in endless war
Steeped in endless war
Silent night, hellish night,
Shepherds quake all in fright.
Missiles stream from heaven afar,
Imperial hosts sing to hell with ya;
All because of? oil;
All because of? the oil.
Silent night, terrible night,
Son of? Bush, hate’s pure fright.
Laser beams for thy bomb to trace,
Dawn of destruction of the human race,
No, Not in Our Name
No, Not in Our Name.
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We Three Thugs a Tribunal Are (To the tune of We Three Kings of Orient Are) (2x)
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We three thugs a tribunal are:
No law school, no license, no Bar.
All in secret, none dare speak it:
When we say “traitor”—you are!
Ooo-oohhhh
Constitution! Bill of Rights!
Vanish in the inky night.
They surveil us, rights will fail us
In our Freedom’s dim twilight.
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12 Days of Fascism(To the tune of 12 Days of Christmas)
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On the twelfth day of fascism
Ashcroft gave to me
Twelve digital implants
Eleven years protesting
Ten less amendments
Nine internment camps
Eight surveillance cameras
Seven TIPsters tipping
Six snoops a-sniffing
Five hanging chads
Four airport friskings
Three wiretappings
Two detained Muslims
And a Department of Homeland Security
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The First Bombs Fell (To the tune of The First Noel)
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The first bombs fell
On Kabul that night
Collateral damage, they said was quite light.
They-ey said was quite light,
The bombs through the night
The B-52s
They shed their arc light.
Bombs fell,
Bombs fell.
Bombs fell,
Bombs fell,
Torn are the lives,
Of folks where they dwell.
In fields where they lay,
The cluster bomb spray
For children to gather,
In yellow display…
Bombs fell,
Bombs fell.
Bombs fell,
Bombs fell,
Torn are the lives,
Of folks where they fell.
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I’m Dreaming of a Just & Peaceful Christmas (to the tune of White Christmas
words by Dan Bacher & others)
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I’m dreaming of a Just Christmas
Where nukes and missiles are no more
Where the CIA is hauled away
And our leaders don’t bomb foreign shores
I’m dreaming of Just Christmas
Where Bush no longer rules our land
Where our only fight is for human rights
And space weapons are all banned.
I’m dreaming of a Just Christmas
Where sweatshops are forever banned
Where the Christmas toys for? girls and boys
Are all made by union hands
I’m dreaming of a Just Christmas
Where we all make a living wage
Where health care for all both big and small
Is found throughout the world stage
I’m dreaming of a peaceful Christmas
One where the bombs of war are still,
Where the children are living
And we’re not giving them toy guns and teaching them to kill….
I’m dreaming of a peaceful Christmas
Here and in lands so far away,
For our days to be merry and bright
We must all say “No” to war tonight.
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John Ashcroft is Coming to Town
(To the tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town words by Barb Ballenger)
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You better not shout,
or raise an outcry,
or try to dissent
I’m telling you why:
John Ashcroft is coming to town.
He’s making a list
with all sorts of names.
And if you’re on it
then you’ll be detained.
John Ashcroft is coming to town.
He sees you when you’re sleeping;
he knows if you’re awake;
He knows if you’re a citizen,
so be one for goodness sake.
You better not call
for peace and justice
Or you will be labeled
a terrorist.
John Ashcroft is coming to town.
He’s keeping us safe,
and fighting the fight.
There’s nothing to lose
but our civil rights
John Ashcroft is coming to town.
He hears you when you’re speaking
upon the telephone
He’s sorting through your e-mail
and he knows when you’re alone.
You better not shout,
or raise an outcry
or try to dissent
I’m telling you why:
John Ashcroft is coming to town.
Oh John Ashcroft is coming to town.
Yes John Ashcroft is running your town!
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GI Joe (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
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GI Joe, don’t you know, War is not the way?
War toys only teach our kids the violent way to play.
Oh! GI Joe, don’t you know,? War is not the way?
Let’s teach our kids to live in peace ‘cause killing’s not okay.
Little kids will learn by what their parents do,
So when you buy their toys, it’s really up to you….
If you buy them guns, you teach them how to kill,
But violence is not a game and we have had our fill.
GI Joe, don’t you know, War is not the way?
War toys only teach our kids the violent way to play.
Oh! GI Joe, don’t you know, War is not the way?
Let’s teach love and peace instead by what we buy today.
You can buy them books, and dolls and cars that run.
There’s lots of things that you can get, but they don’t need a gun!
You can give them hugs and teach them how to play
So they’ll grow up all safe and sound and not get blown away!
GI Joe, don’t you know, War is not the way?
War toys only teach our kids the violent way to play.
Oh! GI Joe, don’t you know, War is not the way?
Let’s teach love and peace instead by what we buy today.
Let’s teach love and peace instead by what we buy today.
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
The war was proceeding exactly as planned.
Conservatives were plotting against liberals and gays
With threats that the left would take Christmas away.
The president was worried and 2,000 were dead,
As visions of Baghdad still danced in his head.
And Condi in her ‘kerchief, and George in his cap,
Had finally decided to pull out a map.
When in the next office they heard such a clatter,
They sprang from the desk to see what was a matter.
There Cheney appeared in undisclosed location,
With a poll-tested soundbite—“The war on creation.”
On that little strategy, they would all agree
So they took a quick break and pulled out the TV.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a new evil demon, a cowboy quite queer.
With Iraq and Miers and indictments and scandal
The dropping poll numbers were too much to handle,
This new little target could shift the blame,
As they recalled the disasters and said them by name!
“Now Katrina! now, FEMA! now, torture and leaks!
They would all disappear if we picked on the weak!
Get O’Reilly and Dobson to start a new brawl!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
But a strange thing had happened as they plotted this sneak
The White House had lost its big winning streak
Social Security “reform” had now been suspended
And the Patriot Act was barely extended.
The critics demanded an end to the lying
When the next thing they knew, they heard about spying
The Congress was forced to start to impeach
So the president decided to give one last final speech
There was only one way to get out of this mess
The president knew he had to confess
There was one other person who had just left the town
And the president decided to call Michael Brown
If he handled a hurricane, he could handle this too
But when the story leaked out, the public was through
Bush flew to New York to exploit nine eleven
When there at the towers came a message from heaven
Don’t support your agenda by using my name
When things fall apart, they will know who to blame
I wiped out great Egypt and Greece and Rome
Now you will seek shelter in the old Superdome.
So the people chased Bush from the north to the south
When on his way out he opened his mouth
And I heard him exclaim, as he ran from the mob,
“Brownie, you’re doing a heck of a job!”
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Rove’s nuts roasting on an open fire
Chimpy nipping at the blow
worthless alibis being sung by the choir
And folks dressed up in prison clothes
Everybody knows frog-marching and some
resignations help to make the season bright
Happy Kossacks with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Fitzie’s on his way
He’s got indictments and lots of charges on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if GOPigs really know how to fly
And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Fitzmas
Merry Fitzmas
Merry Fitzmas to you
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These favorites will warm your heart! Sing along to:
“I’m Dreaming of a White Christian”
“Deck the Wife”
“Arrest those Muslim Gentlemen!”
“Walking in a Cuban Prison Camp”
“What Illegitimate Child is This?”
