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'Twas A Fright At The White House A Christmas Poem Michael Ryan has written, directed and produced films, television, and theater, published several books of humor and satire, and worked as a Washington and foreign correspondent and editor for major magazines. AUDIO: Click here to listen To download RealPlayer for free, Click Here. Sharon Basco produced this piece. �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. Click here to subscribe to our free e-mail dispatch and get the latest on what's new at TomPaine.com before everyone else! You can unsubscribe at any time and we will never distribute your information to any other entity. Published: Dec 23 2002 <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/";>www.ctrl.org</A> DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic screeds are unwelcomed. Substance�not soap-boxing�please! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'�with its many half-truths, mis- directions and outright frauds�is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. That being said, CTRLgives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no credence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. ======================================================================== Archives Available at: http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html <A HREF="http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html";>Archives of [EMAIL PROTECTED]</A> http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ <A HREF="http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/";>ctrl</A> ======================================================================== To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] Om
