Posted by
Tim Schieferecke on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 8:12:04 AM
Don't take this jipped version of Coolio's Gangsta Paradise too seriously, I just created it to counter balance some of the inane Bush hatred we've all heard over the last six years. Though his supposed treachery has been presented to us by straight-faced lefties as perception is reality is fact, Bush will go down in history as protecting America in every conservative stance he ever took. I like to think of this parody as a personal conservative "credit" to help save the Earth from leftism. Seriously though, I don't even think that Maodam Hillary could change America permanently. The following is a joke, she's a joke, and America with all her current problems is still guided by the divine hand of God. I make this prediction in confidence; if Hillary wins the Democrat nomination, she will be the next Walter Mondull, Dukakis, McGovernite to see her personal dreams of a socialist utopia crushed in a 42 to 45 state trouncing. The libs will be in such a swoon that they'll be running into walls as unguided libocratic borgs from the planet Utopian upon the destruction of Queen Bee Borg. Watch and see, I guar - an - tee it!
As I stand in the food line with my cold raspy breath,
I think back to O' Eight and realize I was spun left.
'Cuz I've been coughin' and weezin' so long that
I'm denied our "free healthcare" since I'm so far gone.
And I ain't never seen a man in line that could endure it,
they won't treat most ill folk now, that's now quite unheard of!
I'd better watch what I'm sayin', and where I'm prayin',
'cuz Newspeak goons are out, ya know dissent speech slayin'.
I really hate how we've slipped, but I've still got hope,
when last she spoke, I heard mad crowds yellin' "SHE'S A JOKE!...FOOL!"
I was the kinda D, that thought all R's were alike,
I voted D in pure spite, for her my kind's a delight!
Now I'm spendin' my whole life, in her crack-pot liberal paradise,
food rations less most every night, in her crack-pot liberal paradise!
Fall in prostration when a Party leader your facin',
or to relearn thought camp you'll soon be takin' a trip!
Fall down to the ground, ya know, down on your knees,
or you'll be in a work camp, makin' crap to trade the wealthy Chinese!
I was an ignorant fool with MoveOn on my mind,
had their swill in my head, and Bush hatred on my mind.
I was a doped out Moonbatter, ya know a Soros mad-hatter,
and the drive-bys ya know, they always stoked my anger!...Fool!
Life expectancy's low, now around forty-nine,
unless you sell your soul to the party, and buy the whole party line.
Turn your whole family in, you might just make fifty-nine,
you'll get real good health-care then, and you'll be livin' fine!
I don't know why we were too blind to see,
that she'd kill our great wealth and take our liberty.
Now I'm spendin' my whole life in her crack-pot liberal paradise,
food rations less most every night, in her crack-pot liberal paradise!
Power to the Party! One Party only power!
Give allegiance to it only, or your life will really sour!
Everybody's watchin' to make sure her goons ain't lookin',
embedded spies are everywhere to keep a revolution from cookin'.
Tom Jefferson said to protect fair freedom from ill,
a revolution episodic is required and that blood will spill!
I guess that's right,
I guess that's true.
Our only recourse now is for old Red, White and Blue!
'Cuz I don't want to spend my whole life, in her crack-pot, liberal paradise!
Now it'll take bloody sacrafice, I wish I'd voted against her liberal paradise!
Why were we too blind to see,
that she'd kill our great wealth and take our liberty?
In the year of our Lord two thousand sixteen,
will she leave voluntary or pull a Hugo routine?