From England Via a Friend

Psalm 2004

Bush is my shepherd, I shall be in want.
He leadeth me beside the still factories,
He maketh me to lie down on park benches,
He restoreth my doubts about the Republican party,
He guideth me onto the paths of unemployment for the party's sake.
I do fear the evildoers, for thou talkst about them constantly.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy deficit spending
They do discomfort me.
Thou anointeth me with never-ending debt,
And my savings and assets shall soon be gone.
Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me all the days of my life,
And my jobless children shall dwell in my basement forever.
And from this side of the pond, a little satire, sung to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies"

The Ballad of the Texas Hillbillies

Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy name Bush
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush
He drank like a fish while he drove all about
But it didn't really matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out
DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up

Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale
He can't spell his name but they never let him fail
He spends all his time hangin' out with student folk
And that's when he learns how to snort a line of coke
Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy

The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam
Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with Mom"
Let the common people go to get maimed and scarred
We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard
Cushy, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy

Twenty years later George gets a little bored
He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord
He says, "Now the White House is where I oughta be"
So he calls his daddy's friends and they call the GOP
Gun owners, that is. Falwell. Jesse Helms

Come November 7, the elections runnin' late
Kin folks say, "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those colored folks get into the polls"
So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes
Chads, that is. Duval County. Miami-Dade

Before the votes are counted five Supremes step on in
They tell all the voters "Hey, we want George to win"
"Stop counting votes!" is their solemn invocation
And that's how George finally goes and gets his coronation
Rigged, that is. Illegitimate. No moral authority

Y'all come back to vote now. Ya hear?