In the aftermath of scandal, Junior’s looking rather meek— He’s been out behind the woodshed. He won’t sit down for a week. Now, to send Russia a message So clear that she can’t ignore it. Send our ships to rain cruise missiles On an airfield they support— Then, to reinforce the lesson, Give
These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.
CNN Justifies the Meme (with apologies to Kipling’s “Arithmetic on the Frontier”) A great and glamorous thing it was, The media high ground to own— To set each debate’s terms, because Yours was the mightiest microphone— And your pronouncements carried weight. You squandered that, though. It’s too late. Much credibility you spent, Through
Progressives, it’s time for a tough talk. (Been delayed a long time now, you guys.) We’re afraid you’ve become, what you call us - Yes, it’s hard to conclude otherwise. “All those who oppose us are Nazis!”, Chant your self-righteous thugs, in the street. Look down towards your toes, for a moment: The