Stern lectures for the logically-challenged. Others have opinions, I have convictions.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
We Should Have Voted for the Other Guys
It's all clear now. If we had elected Gore or Kerry, none of this chaos surrounding hurricane Katrina would have happened.
If Al Gore had been President on 9/11, he would have appointed a blue ribbon commission of Yale pinheads to decide how to respond. They'd still be thinking it over and we would never have gone into Afghanistan and Iraq, thus freeing up National Guard troops to deal with Katrina.
If Al Gore had been President, he would have outlawed all guns, shut down all gunshops, confiscated all firearms from private owners, and nobody would be shooting at rescue helicopters today.
If John Kerry had been elected, he would be at the helm of his swiftboat, leading a fleet of vessels through the streets of New Orleans. He would have had the foresight to see what would happen and would have exactly the right provisions stocked in the right places to avert any and all suffering. (Scented towel, ma'am?)
Of course, both of these guys would have signed the Kyoto protocal, averting the hurricane in the first place. How shortsighted of the Bush administration!
If only we had elected the other guys (oooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOO dream seqence.)
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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