[ based on ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, by Major Henry Livingston, Jr. ] Not a creature was stirrin' Large corporate stockings were hung In hopes that fat military contracts Ronnie at the Oval Office desk Poised to fill corporate coffers And lookin' up from the big desk "Weelll. . . Let me spin you a yarn Oh, no---never mind--- This here's my holiday address We must put giant ray-guns Cover the whole damn sky Let the Christian bells ring We're doin' our level best Now, way back in history And them damn Ruskies followed suit So we made an even bigger one And then invented the MX-missile And them Commies did likewise For some reason they're afraid of us Now, just 'cause them damn Ruskies Is no reason not to give the corporate folk To build a giant ray-gun shield 'Cause no doubt this is the best way If them Commies copy us again, weelll. . . But it won't matter to me and Junior Princess Nancy with her pastry chef Wish all you faithful stockholders well Now don't listen to them 'vironmentalists And them psuedo-scientifics And don't listen to them peace They're all smokin' in the Commies' camp To all of you who have no health care Weelll. . . Cheer up! Don't complain I'm a seasoned Hollywood veteran Kill all them leftist Commie bastards As history's page turns to a new century Like a nation whose lost all of her sanity "Now, let's scrap all them ABM treaties Welcome to the New World Disorder On Ashcroft out-in-right-Rumsfield On 'Uncle Tom' Powell And behind our backs they exclaim "Up ahead soon lies Armageddon Science for Peace American Red Cross DEDICATED TO: Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross, who delivered medical supplies and provided care for wounded soldiers during The Civil War; unfortunately, it is going to take far more than the Red Cross to clean up this mess. *FootNote: Inspired by a Johnny Carson skit on The Tonight Show. In the author's opinion, the current proposal of putting lasers weapons in space is may perhaps be the very worst idea that the human race has ever conceived.
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