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I want to draw attention away from the "Why I hate Obama" and "Why I hate Clinton" threads,
to bring you this public service announcement:
The enemy is not Obama.
The enemy is not Clinton.
The enemy is the Republican party.
The enemy, is the FUCKING Republican Party.
Remember that, before you fling the next handful of feces at the Democratic candidate, who is not your choice.
On that note, I offer you my composition:
To the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Mine eyes are crossed from stories of an ever warming world; but my pResident invades the place where fossil fuels are stored; The Brits have left, and Spain has fled, and there went Singapore; But don't forget the Poles. Glory! Glory! Halliburton! Glory! Glory! Halliburton! Glory! Glory! Halliburton! Petraeus marches on.
When George Bush brought the turkeys to our brave troops in Iraq He bolted to the Green Zone hoping no one took a whack; Al-Qaeda was too busy finding pipelines to attack; So George lucked out again. Glory! Glory! Dodge the bullets! Glory! Glory! Dodge the bullets! Glory! Glory! Dodge the bullets! The photo ops go on.
I saw him watch New Orleans take a category five then fly to Mississippi where his faithful base reside; The Dems be damned; they don't vote red, so why should he waste time? New Orleans doesn't count! Glory! Glory! Hurricane watch! Glory! Glory! Hurricane watch! Glory! Glory! Hurricane watch! His base keeps marching on.
With electronic voting I no longer have to steal; but so much fraud has happened, I no longer know what's real; Did Hoffa really run this time? Or, did I screw the deal? The ballot box is gone. Glory! Glory! Hide the Voting! Glory! Glory! Hide the Voting! Glory! Glory! Hide the Voting! As Diebold marches on.
George sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; So long as he is safe at home, he won't accept defeat; Let others fight, and bleed and die, till victory's complete; While George just watches on. Glory! Glory! Hard of hearing! Glory! Glory! Hard of hearing! Glory! Glory! Hard of hearing! King George says "Bring it on"!
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born for you and me, But George has asked the Lord instead to keep him company: George asked the Lord's advice, on 911 and all, you see; And God said bomb Iran. Glory! Glory! Hearing voices! Glory! Glory! Hearing voices! Glory! Glory! Hearing voices! Iran is next in line.
He is bringing forth the rapture that his loyal base has craved, He is manna to the wealthy, He is horror to the slave; And the world shall be His footstool, 'till we all beg for the grave, Our George keeps marching on. Glory! Glory! Egomania! Glory! Glory! Egomania! Glory! Glory! Egomania! Our George keeps trampling on.
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