By a smart-aleck Canadian (Bruce Calder) > 'Twas the Night Before Christmas 2002 > by Bruce H.G. Calder > http://www.calder.net/ > > >'Twas the night before Christmas, when outside Iraq, >American soldiers prepared to attack; >The U.N. inspectors had searched everywhere, >To find all the weapons they knew that were there; > >Saddam was all nestled all snug in his bed, >While Tomahawk Cruise missiles flew overhead; >In my oil heated house I turned on the T.V., >And saw Connie Chung introduce a live feed. > >And out on the sands there arose such a rumble, >Republican guardsmen knew they were in trouble. >Turning their turrets, tanks' gun barrels flash, >Precisely converting their targets to ash. > >The tracers above with their orangey glow, >Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, >When what to my wondering eyes should appear, >But the White House press room, many journalists near, > >With a large entourage, all kissing his tush, >I knew right away it was President Bush. >More rapid than smart bombs, his cabinet came, >And he whistled and shouted and called them by name; > >"Now, Powell! now, Rumsfeld!" He spoke to the nation, >Rice, Ashcroft and Cheney, in an undisclosed location." >"Until Saddam is gone the U.S. is undaunted," >With a straight face he said, "War was not what I wanted." > >As his father before the young Bush guaranteed, >That he'll fight night and day 'till those people are freed, >So all over Baghdad, the bombers they flew, >With a big load of napalm and some cluster bombs too. > >And then the tanks roll and with fortresses flying, >They crashed the front lines, never knowing who's dying. >The war had begun and all knew who would lose, >So Saddam starts to shout, "Time to kill me some Jews!" > >And the rockets he fired to vent his frustration, >Were matched by the lighting quick retaliation; >Some billions of cash he had flung on his back, >Thankful that he had remembered to pack. > >And Bush how he swaggered, his war was perfection, >He knew he would certainly win re-election, >Iraqis were cheering the freedom in store, >Ironically hating The West a bit more; > >Osama responded, or one in his name, >That the Great Christian Satan must bear all the blame; >The suicide bombers he freely admits, >Will now blow your brothers and mothers to bits. > >He was homely and gaunt, a pathetic old man, >But I feared for the terror he surely would plan; >The horror he said that would soon be revealed, >Convinced me America never should yield. > >Bush spoke to the country promoting the war, >Inferring that no one should vote for Al Gore, >And saying that freedom must come from a gun, >Then hopped up the stairs and got on Air Force One; > >He took to the skies heading off to his ranch, >The head of the U.S. executive branch, >I thought of the soldiers so far far away, >And thanked them that I may enjoy Christmas day.
> Bruce H.G. Calder - December 13, 2002 -- Marc A. Schindler Spruce Grove, Alberta, Canada -- Gateway to the Boreal Parkland �Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of the time he will pick himself up and continue on� � Winston Churchill Note: This communication represents the informal personal views of the author solely; its contents do not necessarily reflect those of the author�s employer, nor those of any organization with which the author may be associated. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// ZION LIST CHARTER: Please read it at /// /// http://www.zionsbest.com/charter.html /// ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ==^^=============================================================== This email was sent to: [email protected] EASY UNSUBSCRIBE click here: http://topica.com/u/?aaP9AU.bWix1n.YXJjaGl2 Or send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] T O P I C A -- Register now to manage your mail! http://www.topica.com/partner/tag02/register ==^^===============================================================
