I was just closing my eyes for a power nap, preparatory to writing a brilliant and challenging Roundup, when suddenly a folded note fluttered over the transom. I opened it, and read these lyrics:
I is for Iraq, the dead and dying
P is for the Presidential lying
E... Ex-ec-u-tive, u-ni-ta-ry--
A is for Attorneys who were let go
C is for the Constitution -- maimed
H is for Hell we've made at Gitmo
E is for the Eight-inch, cut "reporter"
N is for uNserious blogs' snark
T is for those winger Troll supporters
... And now, the final exclamation mark!
Put them all together, they spell I-M-P-E-A-C-H-M-E-N-T-!
A word that means the world to me...
Notes on the original: Based on the über-schmaltzy M-O-T-H-E-R (A Word That Means the World to Me) , lyrics by Howard Johnson. This, alas, is the best I can do for you on the tune: Skip the intro and listen to 1:06 through 2:07. Those of you who remember the fabulous Sixties may have encountered another parody version of the same song in Richard Farina's Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me.
Guest Bloggerage: Be sure to visit the Antonin Artuad Memorial Theatre of Crudités in The Mighty Corrente Building; tickets are free (except to The Cornerites; they need to settle up for the damage). From a recording made during the opening night's performance of the above song:
[Rimshot. Laughter] Thanks, you're a great audience. Say, I just crawled in from Guantanamo, and boy, are my shackles bloody...
Blogosphere classic: Now They Hate Us With Our Freedom!
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