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Democrat Ro Khanna Demands Vote To Release Full Jeffrey Epstein Files
Newsweek | 7/13/25

Representative Ro Khanna (D‑CA) has announced plans to force a vote in the House of Representatives demanding the full, unredacted release of all documents related to disgraced financier and convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein.

In a post on X, formerly Twitter, Khanna said he will introduce an amendment this week that would require the House Speaker to bring the measure to a roll-call vote, putting every member of Congress on the record.

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Hey, did you Ro Khanna roll?
Roll-call, ooh, my soul
Hey, did you have Congress too? Did ya?
Hey, shout, sometimes news
Jumps up and drowns in your blue state’s dues
Hey, did you rock and roll? Ro Khanna


And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that’s clear?


Still looking to implicate Watergate
Party lovers they love to hate
Movers and shakers on Epstein screens
John Dean (shame, teens), not seen

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Keep on Ro Khanna the free world

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… We’re gonna Ro Khanna ’round the clock tonight

We’re going to turn over rocks to broad daylight,

We’ll be Ro Khanna ’round the clock tonight!

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Okay, I’ll stop there.

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Promoted Comment: As Sung By Ochi Bunker

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Hats off to BobB:

Boy, the way that Trotsky played
Kulaks made the hit parade
Oligarchs, they had it made
Those were the days

Couldn’t trust no welfare state
Ev’rybody lost some weight
Gee, wasn’t old Stalin great?
Those were the days

And you knew who you were then
Girls turned on girls and men on men
Mister we could use a man like Lavrenty Beria again

People couldn’t be content
Wonder where your family went?
Gulags, where dissidents are sent
Those were the days

Ten times better than anything Weird A.I. Yankovich could come up with.

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Take That, Weird Al! Promoted Song

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To adapt a Seinfeld phrase, we’ve got so much song-mocking hand that we’re coming out of our gloves!

Thanks to Kinda Sorta Bob B-like Bot:

Where can you see a dunder
Scam the world for plunder,
Sell secret technology,
And make those Chinese Commie dreams all come true?
On the land or on the sea
Make use of the Big Lie
Play with words and trip, live.
Boost Hunter, for a fee
Just pick up the Slimline
Then sit off on the sideline
When your son and others meet

[Chorus]
With young Navy
Yes, you can bilk the Red Chinese
With young Navy
Yes, you can transfer funds at ease
With young Navy
He’ll fool the people ‘bout this jam
With young Navy, through young Navy
Can’t ever track the latest scam

She’s a Biden
Fin’lly confess the obvious fact
Yes, a Biden!
There’s one less thing they can attack
We’re all Bidens,
Con people with fake money trails
‘Cause we’re Bidens, yes, we’re Bidens, sleazy Bidens…

Then there’s a lot of dancing. No video available.

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Song Parody: Coma Told Me Not To Come

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Per Kinda Sorta Bob B-like Bot:

Want some Ukraine in your NATO?
China in your sea?
What’s all these crazy questions you’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest conference that could ever be
Get me outta here ’cause I think I wanna pee


My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to start your run, no” (uh-uh!)


Open up that window, let me get outta this here room
I think it’s almost Wapner time, I just know I gotta zoom
And that staircase I see comin’ ’bout scares me half to death
Get me to the lid now, sucker, let me catch my breath


My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son” they said


The commentators blastin’, someone’s knockin’ at the door
It’s only my son Hunter, he’s snortin’ off the floor
I seen so many things I ain’t never seen before
I don’t know what it is, I don’t wanna see no more


My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
They said, “That ain’t no way to look smart, son”
“That ain’t the way to look sharp, no”


Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Jill she told me, told me, told me
Jill told me, told me, ooh, yeah, yeah
Jill told me I must run
Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Ain’t that the truth
“I need four years to have fun, Joe”
“I need four years to have fun…”

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President “Snapper” Organs

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(For those who don’t recognize this, search “Monty Python — Pirhana Brothers” and you’re in for a real treat.)

Interviewer: President Biden, I’ve been told that the Taliban nailed your hide to the door.

Biden: No, no. Never, never! They were smashing blokes. (Literally.) They used to give my brother fields of poppy flowers and that. And he’s like a brother to me.

Interviewer: But the media have footage of the Americans actually abandoning everything and everyone and fleeing the country.

Biden: Oh yeah, well – we did that, yeah.

Interviewer: Why?

Biden: Well we had to, didn’t we? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else we could do. I mean, the Taliban had gained the unspoken upper hand.

Interviewer: What had they done?

Biden: Er… Well, they never told me that. But they gave me their word that it was the case, and that’s good enough for me with the old TaliBobbits. I mean, they didn’t think they could capture all our allies, equipment, ammunition, aircraft, money, secret documents, vehicles, weapons, biometric records, and heavily fortified strategic strongholds. I had to insist. They wanted to let us off. There’s nothing primitive cultures won’t do for you.

Interviewer: And you don’t bear them any grudge?

Biden: A grudge! Ol’ Banana-Stand? They’re real darlings!

Interviewer: I understand treat their enemies’ wives like coffee tables. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Hostage?

[Camera pans to show a shrouded coffee table with burka.]

Mrs. Hostage: Oh, no. No. No.

Biden: Yeah, well, they did do that. Yeah, yeah. They’re a cruel theocracy, but fair.

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Song Parody: Have You Ever Seen Deranged?

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♩♪

Someone told me long ago
There’s no Com’s before the storm
I know, it’s been comin’ for some time
When it’s over, never say
It’ll make the Sunni’s day
I know, China’s down with slaughter.

I oughta know: have you ever seen deranged?
I oughta know: have you ever seen deranged?
It’s gummin’-down-on-Sundae day.

Yesterday, and days before:
Sun is cold & soft is hard!
I know, been that way for all my time.
Tilden Forever! On it goes
Dupont Circle, fast is slow.
I know, it can’t stop, I wonder

I oughta know: have you ever seen deranged?
I want to know, have you ever seen deranged?
Coma & down on another lid day.

Yeah!

I want to know, have you ever seen deranged?
I want to know, have you ever seen deranged?
Comey lived to fight another day.

♩♪

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Dunce in a Lifetime

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You may find yourself living in the White House
You may find your armed forces in another part of the world
You may find yourself a cog in the wheel of a large autocracy
You may find yourself with a dutiful House and a dutiful wife
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?
Letting the days go by, let the waiter hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
States turning blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
You may ask yourself, how do I work this?
You may ask yourself, where is that large Marine whirly-bird?
You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful house
You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful wife
Letting the daze go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the red again, after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was
Shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was, shame that it ever was

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Promoted Comment: Bob B Rocks The Cradle of Liberty

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♩♪

My taxes arrived just the other day
The government insisted that I had to pay
But there’s inflation now, and I have to say
We have to find us a better way

Talkin’ heads speaking nonsense, but before I spew
I say, “gotta try something new, guys,

We gotta do something new.”

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Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then.

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Immigration exploded just the other day
They say “Borders are open, come on, let them stay,

They’ll assimilate later…” I said “Ain’t no way,

There’s too much to do”, they said “That’s okay”

And as they run from the border, they smile like a cat.

They say
“They’re gonna vote Democrat, yeah, you know they’re voting Democrat.”

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Well we pay for their college now, we pay and pay
Demands never ceasing, I just have to say,
“I’ve got nothing left, can you give me a break?”
They shook their heads no, and continued to take
“What we’d really like now is to tax all your savings…”
“For the children, can we have them please?”

♩♪

Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then

♩♪

I’ve long since retired, not much left put away
The tax man returned just the other day
He said, “I’d like an audit if you don’t mind”
I said, “Don’t matter ‘cause there’s nothing left to find.”
You see, progressives live to hassle, and it’s all they can do,
‘Til they’ve taken the last dime from you, guys,
In the end, they don’t have a clue…

♩♪

And as I fade with the sunset, it occurs to me
They’ll screw the whole country
No more of Old Glory…

Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then!

♩♪

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Promoted Comment: There’s a Meth Head To His Madness

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Home run song parody by Criticas:

I would have thought Hunter’s anthem was “Wayward Son”.


Carry on my wayward son

Don’t forget where you left your gun

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you lie no more

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Once I rose above Ukrainian collusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

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Though my eyes could see I still was a meth head

Though my mind could think I still was a coke head

I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’

I can hear them say

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Carry on my wayward son

There’ll be bribes when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you lie no more

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A Hard Lid’s Gonna Be Called

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Walrus came up with this idea.

I whisked off four lines in reply, then he developed it further, and here we are. I finished my verse to accompany his verse. His is the second one, due solely to their positions in the actual song.

I didn’t want it to get buried in the comments an obscure, off-topic post, since the NSA might miss it there. They probably don’t read past headlines. Government workers.

Man, has my computer started running slow again!

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♩♪

Oh, where have you been, my bleary-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, media darling young one?
I’ve stumbled to my side, snorting parmesan mountains.
I’ve walked from my crimes nearly six crooked decades.
I’ve stomped out the middle between Liberals and Logic.
I’ve been out in front of a dozen bought judges.
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the V(i)P gravy train.
And it’s unheard, it’s a herd, it’s unheard, it’s unheard
Our Dem Card drain’s got it all…

Oh, what did you see, my senile old one?
And what did you see, your dopehead young son?
I saw a unborn baby ended with Planned practice.
I saw a highway of diamonds paid with your taxes.
I saw a black protest with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of transmen with their “hammers” a-bleedin’
I saw a white liberal all covered with masks.
I saw ten thousand Twitters whose tweets were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords taken from free citizens
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard lid’s a-gonna be called.

♩♪

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Possible next collaboration: Joe Biden pro-formaing: “Hard. Dazed. ‘Night.”

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Biden Plagiarizes Marx

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Reporter (to camera): So the question is: “How well-prepared was Biden for this summit?”

Jill: That’s “Doctor” Biden.

Biden: What’s for dinner?

Jill: Whut-um-evers-oo like.

Biden: Tomato juice, Orange juice, Grape juice, Pineapple juice.

Jill {tipsy}: Turn off the juice! You’ll electrocute me!

Biden: All right, let me have one of each.

Reporter: Brilliant! Brilliant! Just as the President of South Africa ordered.

Biden: And the President of South Africa.

Jill: Two poached eggs… Two scrambled eggs, two medium-boiled eggs…

Biden: And the President of South Africa.

Boris Johnson: Yes, as, ah, uh, I said, the President of South Africa.

Biden: My old buddy Nelson Mandela, and the President of South Africa.

Dr. Jill: And some beefcake. [Stares into space, grasping schnitzengruben] Rare, medium, well-done, and overdone.

Biden: And the President of South Africa.

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Song Parody: Bury Manilow

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(God, I hope he doesn’t die the same time this gets posted. Will kind of put a damper on the humor.)

♩♩♪

I remember all my life
Living down a cold was nice;
Hijabs in Iran
A face through a fabric
Covid came into our lives
Our rights went Arabic . . .

Mourning yet another day
Hopeless people pass my way
I see only their eyes
And tears through tyranny
I never realized
How helpless you may be

Oh, Mandates
Well, you came
And you took without giving
But we allowed you your say
Oh, Mandates
Will you list me
And stop me from living?
We don’t need you today
Oh, Mandates . . .

♩♩♪

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Moody Blue Strategists

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[Spoken:]

You made a fool of the U.S.

Through all those awesome curve-balls you threw us . . .

♫  ♫

Hey, Media, now you’ve got the Blues

Seeing no more Dr. Faustus on the evening news

No “leading opinion,” no one to care

Just open mics and emails here and there

♫  ♫


There’s “a hole” in the stories as more news comes in

You took our freedom and you played to win

Ha, ha! Wuhan! It’s a cryin’ shame

Bioweepin’, there’s no one else to blame

♫  ♫


Media: Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

♫  ♫


So blame it on another town

It hit someone old, we all had to hunker down

But a fool and this puzzle soon go separate ways

Media muzzled — their pool’s a puddle these days

♫  ♫


Ha, ha, Wuhan, what you gonna do?

You destroyed all credibility, now they’re turning blue

It’s so good for China that we’re feelin’ pain

With the gain of function, their function’s gained.

♫  ♫


Media: Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

♫  ♫


Media Evil Wuhan how you done me wrong

But now you’re tryin’ to Tsing a different song

Ha, ha, funny ― but behind the smiles ―

We’ve got no Chinese Wall, but theirs goes on for miles

♫  ♫

We came with funding, but went into debt

You caught Hunter, but not all of us yet

Ha, ha, Wuhan, very nice to know

That that ain’t no problem; ten percent you know

♫  ♫

Media: Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

Evil Wuhan

♫  ♫

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Song Parody: Take The Woke on a Wild Ride

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Appropriately enough . . . the Blues . . .

♩♪

Fang Fang came from the P.L.A.
Snuck her way into the U.S.A.
But even the Chinese know there’s no way
Shaving your legs makes a he a she
I said, “Hey, babe,
Take the Woke on a wild ride.”
They said “A-women,
Take the Woke on a wild ride.”

Bill’s arm candy came from Epstein’s Island
In the back room she was everybody’s darling
But she never lost her head
Someone censored the rest of this thread
She says, “Hey, babe,
Take the Woke on a wild ride.”
Maybe
This’ll blow their minds:
“And the colored girls go
“Doo do doo do doo do do doo…”

Joe and Jill never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City’s the place where
They said, “Hey, babe,
That’s the place where Grandma died.”
They said, “Yeah, we know . . .
We took the Woke on a wild ride. . . . “

♩♪

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