Saturday, December 24, 2005

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Satire about Snoopgate, the new scandal engulfing Bush, who used 9-11 to order widespread secret spying by the National Security Agency on American citizens without authorization by the federal 1978 Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, Congress, or the federal courts

Spying
(Sung to the tune of "Crying" by Roy Orbison)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya to the American people, defending his police state:

You've had no rights... for a while...
9-1-1's been a while.
My new laws then took flight;
I rule our land so tight.
Freedoms dropped, as I said "No"
I told my snoops, "Do well... but do not tell."
On you, they're spy-y-y-ing.
Yes, it's true.
Spy-y-y-ing... yes, it's true
Those who said I'm wrong
Have no standing, 'cause I condone...
Condone more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing;
My war time powers... are grand;
It's my crutch... for command.
War got me spying.

I first denied... that it was true.
But, it's true... so, screw you.
I'd love more Mideast war, with the press as whore.
Stop snarling, or you, I'll screw-ew...
If you don't love me...
I'll have my... snoops see...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Your rights are gone.
And from... this moment on...
Want more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing...
Spy...ing.
More... spy...ing.
Click link below to see and hear a
Hilariously "Edited" Speech By Bush To Congress
(What he really meant to say to the America and to the world)

Monday, December 19, 2005

Cheney Gets To Play Grinch, Bush Maxes Out
Ann Coulter Loves George (W) of the Bungle
'Twas The Night Before Fitzmas
https://lists.portside.org/pipermail/portside/Week-of-Mon-20051024/008499.html
Even then, Bush has nothing between his ears

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Bush The King, An Arrogant Czar
(Sung to the tune of "We Three Kings Of Orient Are">

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Bush, the King, an arrogant czar.
World rifts, 'cause he's gone too far.
Troop deaths mountin' - Bush ain't countin'.
For torture, he's lowered the bar...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Crowned a king, with Cheney (his brain)
War he'll bring, with torturers' pain.
War forever, ceasing never,
So bogus is Bush's reign...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Common sense and truth? No, he'll lie.
Bush makes war, more of our troops die.
Hell we're raising, Shrub, we're hazing.
'Cause bullsh*tting gets him by...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Blurs the line in laws to resume
Taking life in torturer's room.
Bombing, spying, bleeding, dying,
Truth sealed in a stone cold tomb...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

War-time powers for Bush and his Vice.
Clings to power without sacrifice.
Inept rulers, none are crueler
Than Bush, Rummy, Dick, and Rice...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Bush Tossed The Torture Ceiling
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" by The Righteous Brothers

Satire about Bush and his campaign to defend the use of torture while trying to deny that torture exists and has become official U.S. policy under his rogue regime, considered war crimes in violation of the Geneva Conventions.

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Wore hoods to close their eyes,
They've been tortured; their bodies ripped.
That's Bush's torture mess.
He used war to have their rights stripped.
He's lying hard, but we know Bush Baby...
Bush Baby... he's got to go, 'cause...

Bush tossed... the torture ceiling.
There's no more torture ceiling.
Bush tossed the torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Gulags 'round the world.

His regime welcomes crooks.
We despise Bush's right wing coup.
The press is starting to
Criticize everything he'll do.
In Iraq, our troops still die, Bush Baby.
Bush Baby... stop his bullsh*t and lying.

Bush tossed... the torture ceiling.
There's no more torture ceiling.
Bush tossed the torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Gulags 'round the world.

Hate Bush Baby... for his crown, just sleaze will do.
For cronies only, profits; right wing point of view.
We loathe the Shrub, the Shrub,
The Shrub, let's impeach, send away.
He won't, won't, won't,
Let power slip, go away.

Crazy (Crazy), Crazy (crazy),
His culture of sleaze (sleaze),
His culture of sleaze (sleaze),
Serves greed, the Shrub (serves greed, the Shrub)
Serves greed, the Shrub (serves greed, the Shrub)
Pre-emptive attack (pre-emptive attack)
Pre-emptive attack (pre-emptive attack)

Attacked the torture ceiling.
War means no torture ceiling.
Bush attacked torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Torture far beyond what Geneva says...

Attacked the torture ceiling.
War means no torture ceiling.
Bush attacked torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Torture far beyond what Geneva says...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Monday, December 12, 2005

Wrecking Ball Is Bush's Folly
(Sung to the tune of "Deck The Hall")

*POTUS = President Of The United States

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Wrecking ball is Bush's folly.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
'Tis for treason, Rove's not jolly.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Right wing Congress now imperiled.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Rolling now, Patrick Fitzgerald.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.

He's a war-crazed fool, our POTUS.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Not too sharp; you can't help notice.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Torturing beyond all measure.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Iraq fell, for oil treasure.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.

Cast away these right-wing asses.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Stuck in qWagmire, like molasses.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Should impeach them all together.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Needless slaughter, hell-for-leather.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.


Warmonger George Dubya Bush
Shipped As Freight Were Our Dead U.S. Marines
(Sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles)

Satire about the Bush Administration's recently-exposed, outrageous practice of shipping the bodies of slain U.S. Marines home from Iraq marked as "freight" on commercial airliners

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In Iraq, it's all war-torn...
There's no master plan; Bush failed, you see.
He is cold 'bout loss of life;
How they handled our... dead marines.

War has failed... for the Dim Son.
Oil impounded... for $ea of green.
Coffins flying back on planes...
In their cargo holds... our dead marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Right wing friends... were all aboard.
Sold his lies to them... to make war.
Has no plan... except to stay...
(instrumental riff)

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Abu Ghraib; contractor sleaze;
Bush has lied to us... to service greed.
Has no clue, and won't be seen...
At the funerals of... dead marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Freight Planes
(Sung to the tune of "Freight Train" by Elizabeth Cotten)

Satire about the Bush Administration's recently-exposed, outrageous practice of shipping the bodies of slain U.S. Marines home from Iraq marked as "freight" on commercial airliners

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Freight planes, freight planes, bodies come back.
Freight planes, freight planes, shipped from Iraq.
Sent as freight, coffins coming home;
Our fallen heroes, Bush's pawns.

Our war dead have hidden graves.
Bush's war crimes, right wing raves.
Bush won't own up to war defeat.
He'll tell us all he's still in deep.

Our troops die; there's nary a peep.
Bush won't attend funerals; he's a creep.
Crowds would jeer at him all the time;
Because he keeps telling lies.

Freight planes, freight planes, bodies come back.
Freight planes, freight planes, shipped from Iraq.
Sent as freight, coffins coming home;
Our fallen heroes, Bush's pawns.
Bush quoted, regarding renewing the Patriot Act:
"I don't give a goddamn. I'm the President and the Commander-in-Chief. Do it my way. Stop throwing the Constitution in my face. It's just a goddamned piece of paper!"

Link to story: http://www.capitolhillblue.com/artman/publish/article_7779.shtml

Thursday, December 08, 2005

What We Want For Fitzmas Is For Bush To Leave
(Sung to the tune of "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth" by Spike Jones)

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What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

Five years too long, that Bush has stayed;
Warmonger commanding all our missiles.
Scandals piled; made him look weak.
He hides and he just bristles.

What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

(instrumental break)

Five years too long, that Bush has stayed;
Warmonger commanding all our missiles.
Scandals piled and made him weak.
He hides and he just bristles.

What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

Bush Would Cause More Bombing Of Towns
(Sung to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town")

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He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

And when he gets pissed, he'll take no advice.
Shuts everyone out, but Laura and Rice.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

Deceit now has him reaping
Bad polls; made big mistakes.
Bush chose to to bomb Iraq; he should
(would be good) suffer big aches. So,

He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

More scandals now swarm to mute the war drums.
Dick in cahoots (war profits for chums).
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

His slurring of vowels, befuddled looks, too,
Are telling all folks that Bush the Czar's through.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

To win Iraq as oil land,
Bush wants immunity
For torturers employed;
Denounce his wars crimes hyporisy. Whoa!

He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Condi Rice and Her Blizzard of Lies About Torture

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Why Condi Rice defends torture...
All I Want For Christmas Is For Bush To Leave

Monday, December 05, 2005

New Lies From Dubya B
(Sung to the tune of "Shoo, Fly")

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New lies from Dubya B,
New lies from Dubya B,
New lies from Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Truth dies with Dubya B,
Truth dies with Dubya B,
Truth dies with Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Troops die for Dubya B,
Troops die for Dubya B,
Troops die for Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Despised, G. Dubya B.
Despised, G. Dubya B.
Despised, G. Dubya B.
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

The Governator sings "These Are The People In My Neighborhood."
Click on the street sign below to watch a hilarious Flash animation parody of Sesame Street

Friday, December 02, 2005

Torture... 'Tis the reason Cheney's jolly
Bush is now radioactive on the G.O.P. campaign trail
Poppy Bush had 1000 points of light; Poppy Seed has 1000 points of failure

Monday, November 28, 2005

Bush, Stuck In Iraq, Unable to Exit
Long ago, Bush picked himself to run the U.S.
Blue State America wishes a MERRY FITZMAS to the felonious Bush-Cheney administration...


Bah! Humbug!

Duh... Dumbbug

Thursday, November 24, 2005

America turns blue and gives thanks to Bush, the Turkey who united the country - against him

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving from the Chief Turkey (also Lame Duck/Cooked Goose)

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Bush Thwarted Trying to Escape Press Conference in China

"... Lemme outta here! I ain't answerin' no hostile questions... what's wrong with these doors?"


Find the Knob


Full story details here-> http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4454738.stm
Bush DOES have an exit strategy...
In lieu of an astrologer, Bush consults the Magic 8-Ball
Bush-Cheney's Fitzmas Present To America

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Elephants Strike To Protest Their Use As Symbol of the G.O.P.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Dick Wants More Torturing Done
(Sung to the tune of "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Satire about Vice President Dick "Big Time War Crime" Cheney, who is publicly trying to defend the use of secret off-shore torture as official U.S. policy, in violation of the Geneva Conventions, which the United States is obligated to honor by international treaty

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More war, he's sworn, though Bush polls now sag.
Prisoners beaten black and blue!
Iraq's the land for sale to our chief.
Here's what our secret prisons will do...

We can't see... we can't see... the deaths of innocent ones, no!
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing done!
Yeah!

(instrumental break)

Iraq's war-torn; chaos in that land.
Halliburton helps themselves, ho!
Dick won't call them "prisoners of war."
Interrogated in secret jails, yes!

We can't see... we can't see... just how "renditions" are done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing done.
Yeah!

(instrumental break)

Dick's not embarassed; war was based on lies
Had to find excuse for war, yeah
"It isn't torture, if we let them live."
It's done in secret cells off-shore.

We can't see... we can't see... what's Rummy's military done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing done...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Friday, November 18, 2005


Things could be worse, if you lost your Dick (Cheney)
Poppy Bush gets an earful:
"All right... who was that singing song parodies making fun of my boy?"

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The Royal Seal of the Lame Duck Dubya

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Godbilla Attacks San Francisco

Monday, November 14, 2005

Bush, Literally In Free Fall
You can't give him gravitas, but you can give him more gravity...

Click HERE and hold down the right arrow key to make him fall faster
Fret And Woe
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow" by Vaughn Monroe)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush's poll slide has been quite frightful.
Accept blame? No Bush is spiteful.
For him, there's no place to go.
Fret and woe, fret and woe, fret and woe.

He doesn't show signs of stopping;
Bombs on Iraq are still dropping.
The right wing's burnt; they can't crow.
Fret and woe, fret and woe, fret and woe.

They are mightily pissed, the Right.
They're irate and they pout at the storm
Which hit New Orleans; sowed their plight.
Voters at home gave them scorn.

The Bush regime's slowly dying;
Ruled through fear and endless lying.
Dick Cheney and Shrub must go!
Fret and woe, fret and woe, fret and woe.

(instrumental break, repeat verses)
It's A Blunderful Life: What If W Had Never Been Born?

QWagmire Accomplished

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Asked 'bout Libby, Libby, Libby
Shrub's unable, able, able
To tell you the truth about it;
Sells a fable, fable, fable

Bush Says He Has A Plan (But He Hasn't A Clue)
Fitzgerald the White Knight has King Bush checkmated

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Republicans lose governorships to Democrats in New Jersey and Virginia, despite Bush's (now radioactive) campaign support
Cahleefawnia Voters Terminate Gov. Gropinator's Agenda

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

The wheels come off of the Bush regime

Monday, November 07, 2005

Soccer champ Diego Maradona sports his popular T-shirt as thousands of protestors booed Bush's visit to Argentina, was quoted saying, "I'm proud as an Argentine who can travel in this train to oppose the human rubbish that Bush is."

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Bush the Loneliest Man In Washington (It couldn't happen to a nicer guy - HA HA)

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Scooter Libby
(Sung to the tune of "Do Wah Diddy" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band)

Satire about indicted Chief of Staff to Vice President Cheney, Irving Lewis "Scooter" Libby, who has since resigned, and is scheduled for arraignment

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(instrumental intro)

He got caught at double-talking; met defeat.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)
Patrick Fitzgerald had enough of deceit.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)

He talked false (talked false)
To make war (to make war).
He talked false to make war.
At Joe Wilson, he was sore.

Well, Libby blew it, outing Plame so spitefully.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)
Did what he planned, no disaster did he see.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)

Bush talked on (talked on)
To make war (make war)
Bush talked on to make war.
"Get Joe Wilson!" Libby swore.

They... wanted war since installing the Shrub.
Yes, they did; big lies were told 'bout everything
By Scooter's neocon club.

His arraignment will not be a happy day.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)
We're so happy that the Bush regime will pay.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)

He's cursed (he's cursed)
He's swine (he's swine)
He's cursed, he's swine.
Goin' to jail for his crime.

They... wanted war since installing the Shrub.
Yes, they did; big lies were told 'bout everything
By Scooter's neocon club.

His arraignment will not be a happy day.
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)
We're so happy that the Bush regime will pay
(Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot)

He's cursed (he's cursed)
He's swine (he's swine)
He's cursed, he's swine.
Goin' to jail for his crime.

Gone is Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot
Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot.
Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot.
Scooter Libby, Libby's gone, he did scoot.



Lame Duck
(Sung to the tune of "King Tut" by Steve Martin & The Toot Uncommons)

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Now Bush is still a dumb man; from scandal, he can't flee (Lame Duck)
We just hear him whine; just see the boy king (Lame Duck)
Indicted, Cheney's flunky (Lame Duck)
Scooter, ditto-monkey.
(Hurricane Katrina... wrecked Bush, so did Rita; Lame Duck!)

Now he's alone... his flunkies fear to see him (Lame Duck)
Exposed now as a dummy, now who'd want to be him? (Lame Duck)
Karl Rove the Brainy (Lame Duck)
Scrutinized like Cheney.
(Hurricane Katrina... wrecked Bush, so did Rita; Lame Duck!)

Scandals now just pile
Country loathes his style (Sitting Duck)
Shocked Bush cannot smile (Squawking Duck)
He's hated and reviled

He's wasted lives for fascism.
Right wing idol
He's a faux Texan
Lies sold as true

Our troops still die; world thinks he's a nut.
Bush won't attend troop funerals,
Because they'll blame Lame Duck (Lame Duck)

Fitzgerald will soon hammer (Lame Duck)
Flunkies, to the slammer.
(Hurricane Katrina... wrecked Bush, so did Rita;
Hurricane Katrina... maybe Bush will get subpoenaed... Lame Duck!)
Why Bush picked S(c)am (Sc)Alito for the Supreme Court
Henry Hyde left Washington, but not Mr. Hyde