The Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, and no one would read, The bit pork and health bill from Herr Reid. The liberal legislators were bursting with glee, At creating more premiums, taxes and fees.
The medical cartels were partying and high, Since overpriced health profits would multiply. Joe the plummer and all settled in for the worst, Knowing success and small business were going to be cursed. When from the TV there rose such a clatter, Joe turned up the volume to see what was the matter. Away to the computer Joe ran like the wind, To see the how the leftists would manage the spin. The electronics glow made the room kinda spooky, Leaving no doubt that the new bill was kooky. But a lame duck Herr Reid, with some minions arrear. Tried to assure all we had nothing to fear. Appeared Frau Pelosi, so lively and slick, Joe knew in a moment it wasn't St. Nick. More rapid than gas guzzlers each showed their two faces, Spinning tall tales tied and with bows and with laces. Now plunder, now pillage, like pirates they spoke, That all Americans must wear the new yoke. With accounts left and right, and paychecks to maul, The yelled “Take away, take away, take away all!” With rhetoric deceptive meister Gibs might let fly, Obama ordered fed spending to mount to the sky. And with every American to visit and screw, To plunder, to pillage, and make freedom taboo. Don't read the bill closely so you won't freak, They changed definitions and it's called healthspeak. And then a loud noise Joe heard at the door, The crashing and breaking of wood chips galore. Joe rushed to the front room to view the commotion , As the house filled with agents and he with emotion. Obama reviewed wishes of secret friends that he had, Like Hugo the Chavez and Ahmadinejad. His eyes how they grimaced as he checked out Joe's stuff, And calculated the take which wasn't enough. So he taxed the unborn from birth until death, For the common “good”, he said this was best. Obama reached for Joe's jewels and held tightly in hand, And bitch slapped the poor guy, and said “I'm the man!” Slaves have no rights, we all surely know, And he collared the man, and and tied on a bow. His outfit was sharp with leather well fit, And started to flog, and to spank, and to whip. He pulled out some cuffs to use with the bed, And gave Joe to know, this wasn't Scott Dred. He spoke not a word, but showed a big smirk, And plundering the place then turned with jerk. He reached for Joe's wallet his hand well extended. And said the people had voted so don't be offended. His jets he let fly, to his minions gave whistle, And away they all flew with a Co2 fizzle. But I heard him exclaim, camouflaged by dim light, "Happy xmas to ME, no safe word tonight.” -- Steve - [email protected] "The Problem with Socialism is that eventually you run out of Other People's Money." --Margaret Thatcher "Mistrust of Government is the Bedrock of American Patriotism" Take World's Smallest Political Quiz at http://www.theadvocates.org/quiz.html ------------------------------------ ForumWebSiteAt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Libertarian Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Libertarian/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Libertarian/join (Yahoo! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: [email protected] [email protected] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [email protected] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
