Promoted Comment: Buy Buy This Obamacare Lie

[left in the comments to this post by Oppo [High Praise!]

(To the tune of “American Pie“)

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that rhetoric used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those puppets dance,
And maybe they’d be “Hope”-y for a while.

But fibbing always made me shiver,
With every State of the Union I’d deliver;
Bad news? Do the four-step.
I’d try to take one more step

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about Benghazi brides
But something touched me deep inside
The day momentum died.

So buy, buy this Obamacare lie
Drove my Chevy to Doc Levy
But they levied a fine;
The good ol’ boys’ network wouldn’t say why
This is why my legacy died;
This is why my legacy died.

So, did you read the bill at all?
And do you have faith in God or Baal?
Is the Bible Belt a so-and-so?
Now, do you believe in Iraq and coal?
Can Pelosi save a Protean soul?
And can you teach me how to jam real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with raves,
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ on their graves.
You and Michelle kicked off your shoes;
Man, I dig those blacks-versus-blues!

I was a moany teenage Barackin’ buck
Hated Nascar Nation and pickup trucks
But I knew I was out of luck
The day that healthcare died.

So buy, buy this Obamacare lie
Drove my Chevy to Doc Levy
But they levied a fine;
The good ol’ boys’ network wouldn’t say why
This is why my legacy died;
This is why my legacy died

Now for eight years we’ve been on our own
Fake rapes reported in Rolling Stone
But that’s not how it used to be;
When Lester interviewed the king and queen
After fawning over Paula Dean
In a voice that came from NBC…

Oh, and Burwell v. King was going down
Protesters donned their thorny crown
Roberts’ courtroom was adjourned
Faux verdict was returned

Don Lemon straight out of the book of Marx
The Five reacted with a lark
And kept the public in the dark
The day the the news biz died.

We were singing buy, buy this Obamacare lie
Drove my Chevy to Doc Levy
But they levied a fine;
The good ol’ boys’ network wouldn’t say why
This is why my legacy died;
This is why my legacy died.

Holder, Coulter, too much to shoulder
The ‘burbs tuned into something colder
Eight hours a day of news, and growing fast;
“Outland” followed by some grass
The players gave Obama a pass
With a call for “Mo’ Lester” — what a gas!

Now half the time crimes came down to drugs
While police sergeants fought emboldened thugs
We all had immunity!
Oh, but the cops acted stupidly.

‘Cause the players tried to take the House
The Senate too, but we refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day amusement died?

We started singing bye, bye to this Obamacare lie
Drove my Chevy to Doc Levy
But they levied a fine;
The good ol’ boys’ network wouldn’t say why
This’ll be the way liberty dies;
This’ll be the way liberty dies.

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation who watch “Lost in Space”
With no time left to start a purge.
So come on, Donald be nimble, Donald be quick
You’re near the flashpoint with a matchstick
‘Cause “You’re Fired!” may be the devil’s only cure.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
Illegal immigration’s born in Hell
Let’s break that Satan’s spell

And as the votes climbed high into the night
Delighting the sacrificial “alt-right”
I saw Satan leave the limelight
The day Dem usage died.

He was singing “Bye, bye, Miss I’m-Begging-For-Bail
Want Deplorables to deliver but they read your email
If I were in charge, you would now be in jail
This’ll be the day that you fail.”

Now, Hillary’s a woman who rides in Rolls
And I asked about the glowing polls
But she just smiled and fainted quite away
I went down to the boozes store
I’d heard accusers use before
But the man there said the ruses wouldn’t play.

And in the streets, a child named Sonia
Shook hands with a women who had pneumonia
But not a word was spoken
Journalists’ rules all were broken

And the two men I admire most
Washington, and the Holy Ghost
Felt the pain, and felt it most
The day the country died.

And they were singing “By-and-by must America rise
It’s things like this by which democracy dies;
I know we’re a republic, but Republicans cry
Singin’ this’ll be the way that it dies
This’ll be the way that it dies.

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Promoted Comment: Wonderful World of Hillary

[left in the comments to this post by Oppo [High Praise!]

(To the tune of “Don’t Know Much About History“)

Don’t know much about her story
Don’t know much criminology
Don’t know much about séance books
Don’t know much about defense she took

But we do know that we loathe you
And we know that if you left us too
What a wonderful world it would be.

Don’t consider I’m a useless breather,
Don’t know much about triggers, either.
Don’t know much about Al-Jazeera.
Don’t know what a sliding scale is, Kira.
But I thought that one and one is two,
And if this one could be without you,
What a wonderful world this would be.

I don’t claim to be an AA student,
But I’d like to be.
For maybe by being an AA student or baby,
It’s a win-win, gov., for me.

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Promoted Comment: Obama Swan Song

[left in the comments to this post by Oppo [High Praise!]

(To the tune of “Dream On“)

Every time I look in the mirror
All these lies and my fakes getting clearer
The past is gone
Giving up my desk to Don
Isn’t that the way?
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where a leak come from or what it shows
I know Hillary’s sins
She’s got to lose, when I always knew how to win

Have my life’s in books’ written pages
Lived and learned from fools, and outrageous
You know, it’s “true”
All the chickens come back to you.

Sing “I’m With Her,” not for four years
Sing for the left, and sing for their tears
Sink with me, just for nine days
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take him away

Ream Don, ream Don, ream Don,
Dreamers want their dreams to come true
Ream Don, ream Don, ream Don,
And ream until you’re a drama queen too
Ream Don [7x, in increasing shrillness]

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Promoted Comment: Song for the Trumped On Liberal

[From Oppo, on this post (the picture in which you’ll need for reference)]

(To the tune of 19th Nervous Breakdown)

You’re the kind of person you meet at certain liberal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have schemed too much in too few years
And though you’ve tried you just can’t hide your rage behind your tears

You better stop, look around
Hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes
Here comes your ’16 nervous breakdown

When you were a child you were a treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cry all night
Those mothers who elected you owe a billion dollars tax
And your followers still perfecting ways of faking and concealing facts

You better stop, look around
Hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes
Here comes your ’16 nervous breakdown
Oh, Hill’s to blame, that girl’s just insane
Well, nothing she do don’t seem to work
She only seemed to make the matters worse. Oh, please!

You were still in school you acted the fool and it really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
In your first term we tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after awhile we realized you were just the raging kind

You better stop, look around
Hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes, hair it comes
Here comes your ’16 nervous breakdown

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Reader Submission: Scream

Oh, I hope it doesn’t come to this. But just in case…

VoteTrump

And thanks to walruskkkch for the image.

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