Wednesday, September 28, 2005





Written originally on November 9, 2002:

I Have A Scheme
(Sung to the tune of "I Have A Dream" by ABBA)

As sung by Resident, er, King Dubya Bush:

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(instrumental intro)

I have a scheme... to be the King.
Rove helps me cope.. with anything.
Sometimes I may blunder.
Fall right on my tail.
I'll control your future.
My regime's for sale.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
White House, Congress, Courts now run by me.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
They all know the time is right for me.
Helped by my team... I have a scheme.

I have a scheme... a fantasy.
My right wing coup... reality.
I'm King of the nation.
You're just rank and file.
I embrace the darkness,
Scheming all the while.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
White House, Congress, Courts now run by me.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
They all know the time is right for me.
Helped by my team... I have a scheme.
Helped by my team... I have a scheme.

(instrumental break)

I have a scheme... to be the King.
Rove helps me cope.. with anything.
Sometimes I may blunder...
Fall right on my tail...
I'll control your future,
My regime's for sale.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
White House, Congress, Courts now run by me.
I'm the Right Wing's angel.
They all know the time is right for me.
Helped by my team... I have a scheme.
Helped by my team... I have a scheme.
KKKarl Rove to the Rescue


Watch video of Bush's Rambling, Incoherent, Post-Hurricane Katrina Speech

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Hilarious original rock song, "You're An A**hole" with Flash animation slide show of Bush and Company
http://filmstripinternational.com/

Monday, September 26, 2005

"Liberal Media," my ass!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005



Are you ticked off that pResident Bush always gets a soft landing for his screw-ups?

http://www.planetdan.net/pics/misc/georgie.htm


(You can click on Dubya and drag him, toss him, or just leave him hanging or stuck.)
So THAT's where Michael Brown is going...
The Disaster Monkey spins again
Dubya and KKKarl Rove contemplate the usefulness of colossal bullsh*t
Drunk With Power - Don't Let Him Drive

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Marshall Field's No More
(Sung to the tune of "Cotton Fields" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Federated Department Stores, parent company of Macy's, has announced that all Marshall Field's department stores located in 8 states will be changed to Macy's in 2006, prompting angry reactions from many Chicago shoppers, where Marshall Field's is a downtown Chicago icon

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(instrumental intro)

Marshall Field's had been bought out by Macy's;
New owners gonna change the store title.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

From South Dakota to Indiana,
Some shoppers thought Field's was their nirvana.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

Name change to Macy's was called rotten;
Marshall Field's won't be forgotten.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

From South Dakota to Indiana,
Some shoppers thought Field's was their nirvana.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

Marshall Field's had been bought out by Macy's;
New owners gonna change the store title.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

From South Dakota to Indiana,
Some shoppers thought Field's was their nirvana.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

Name change to Macy's was called rotten;
Marshall Field's won't be forgotten.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

From South Dakota to Indiana,
Some shoppers thought Field's was their nirvana.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

Marshall Field's had been bought out by Macy's;
New owners gonna change the store title.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.

From South Dakota to Indiana,
Some shoppers thought Field's was their nirvana.
There will be... Marshall Field's no more.



My transcribed lyrics of the WNNX-FM radio satire, "Rush Limbaugh Sings 'I'm A Nazi'" is linked on Buzzflash.com (scroll down the links to the lower right of that page).

Monday, September 19, 2005

Hell, We're Snake-Bit On The Right
(Sung to the tune of "Help Me Make It Through The Night" by Kris Kristofferson)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya, stung by his debacles and political misfortunes this past summer 2005

(instrumental intro)

Torn to ribbons - it ain't fair!
Polls continuing to fall.
I'm stuck tryin' to save my skin,
Losin' battles big and small.

Hurricane hit me broadside.
I deemed early warnings "slight."
My head's achin' all the time...
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!

We had fought this fight so long;
Gone awry; don't understand.
What bedevils me with sorrow?!
Ruled through might; can't let it end.

To New Orleans, feds have gone.
Funds we'll borrow for their plight.
Rich folks' tax cuts, leave alone.
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!

(instrumental break)

We had fought this fight so long.
Gone awry; don't understand.
What bedevils me with sorrow?!
Ruled through might; can't let it end.

To New Orleans, feds have gone.
Funds we'll borrow for their plight.
Rich folks' tax cuts, leave alone.
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!


What Bush really means is this: "I accept responsibility... but not the blame. Let me explain... people who are to blame lose their jobs... people who are responsible do not."
This picture of Bush is really "on the money"

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Blight Upon The City of New Orleans
(Sung to "City of New Orleans" by Steve Goodman)

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Blight upon the City of New Orleans;
Hurricane hit, but fed relief just fails.
Late response, because George Bush decided
His vacation should be longer, with more bike trails.

What went wrong: his failed policies of gutting federal agencies.
Katrina floods houses, farms, and fields.
Passing blame is Bush's game.
"Looters" what they called black men.
A graveyard of flooded automobiles.

For this screw-up, all America hates Dubya.
All the polls are saying they blame the Dim Son.
Bush is blamed for fall of City of New Orleans.
Now are gone, 10,000 lives, while he had his fun.

Bush was "working hard" on vacation down in Crawford.
What was the point of his endless Iraq war?
Cindy Sheehan made him gag; Bush lost the battle,
When he couldn't tell her what Casey had died for.

Bush's dunces followed orders, overruling engineers,
To sacrifice the levee funds for oil to steal.
Were Chertoff and Brown both asleep?
Shocked that they should take the heat
But the chaos of their failure is all too real.

For this screw-up, all America hates Dubya.
All the polls are saying they blame the Dim Son.
Bush is blamed for fall of City of New Orleans.
Now are gone, 10,000 lives, while he had his fun.

Took time to help City of New Orleans.
Deranged czar's responsiblity.
In our homes, saw terror, grief and mourning
Of the Mississippi cities inundated by sea.

'Cause all these towns and people were failed by a bad team;
The Bush Team fails; still won't heed the news.
Halliburton and their throng will gain
Through contracts, profits from the pain.
Insanely privatizing; anti-government views.

For this screw-up, all America hates Dubya.
All the polls are saying they blame the Dim Son.
Bush is blamed for fall of City of New Orleans.
Now are gone, 10,000 lives, while he had his fun.

For this screw-up, all America hates Dubya.
All the polls are saying they blame the Dim Son.
Bush is blamed for fall of City of New Orleans.
Now are gone, 10,000 lives, while he had his fun.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Ain't no use, Uncle Sam... Bush only listens to Uncle Dick (Cheney)

Wednesday, September 14, 2005


I'm Blamed For The Storm
(Sung to the tune of "Riders On The Storm" by The Doors)

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As sung by Bush, the Master of Disaster, to his handlers

(instrumental intro)

I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
Katrina sure took form...
Our globe ain't gettin' warm.
Was in Crawford all alone,
When Mike Brown* called on the phone.
I'm blamed for the storm.

Katrina packed a load.
Damn those pictures TV showed!
Upset my holiday...
Got new guitar to play.
Where's Dick Cheney? Have to hide
How I froze when people died.
Katrina packed a load.

Karl, do you have a plan?
Karl, do you have a plan?
FEMA's undermanned?!
I don't understand.
My world soon may end;
My polls on downward trend.
Karl, what's your plan?

(instrumental break)

I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
Katrina sure took form...
Our globe ain't gettin' warm.
Was in Crawford all alone,
When Mike Brown* called on the phone
I'm blamed for the storm.

I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...
I'm blamed for the storm...

(repeat refrain and fade)
Mr. Brown Could Not Control Flood Water
(Sung to the tune of "Mrs. Brown, You've Got A Lovely Daughter" by Herman's Hermits)

Satire inspired by the call by the New Orleans Times-Picayune newspaper to fire the incompetent, out of touch Chief of the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA), Michael Brown, a Bush crony appointed to the job with no disaster management experience after being fired as a lawyer for the International Arabian Horse Association. Due to public outcry, Brown has since been relieved of command from coordinating relief efforts related to Hurricane Katrina, and has recently resigned as head of FEMA.

As sung by enraged citizens of New Orleans:

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(instrumental intro)

Mr. Brown could not control flood water.
Was so slow; incompetence so rare!
Things so bad, the world... sees right now
He quit; had enough; it ain't no good to whine.

New Orleans needs food and much fresh water.
Brown's an inept creep who just passed blame.
Nothing's changed, he is still... clueless now.
He quit; had enough; it ain't no good to whine.

Talkin' about... refugee crowd... hell!
Throw this bum out; what a joke, in a cloud!

We just find that Bush has used deceit, too.
Tell Bush we're not well, nor feelin' fine.
Don't let up, don't say Bush... had no part:
Funds cut down for levees; Bush, it's no good to whine.

Talkin' about... refugee crowd... hell!
Throw this bum out; what a joke, in a cloud!

We just find that Bush has used deceit, too.
Tell Bush we're not well, nor feelin' fine.
Don't let up, don't say Bush... had no part:
Funds cut down for levees; Bush, it's no good to whine.

Bush and Brown could not control flood water...
Bush and Brown could not control flood water...
Bush and Brown could not control flood water...
Bush and Brown could not control flood water...
Bush's Message To New Orleans, For Ruining His Holiday and His Legacy
Proof that under Bush, the U.S. has become a banana republic:

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Q: What’s George Bush’s position on Roe v. Wade?

A: He really doesn’t care how people get out of New Orleans.


http://www.thepoorman.net/2005/09/13/poor-man-komedy-korner/
Intelligent Design Bushit
Bush serenades the Super Dome

"Hey, Ma'am... Ah can sang the blues, too."

Poppy and Poppy Seed Catch A Big One In New Orleans

"Hey, Poppy... what'd ah catch, a levee bass?"

Monday, September 12, 2005

"When there is no vision - the people perish." -Al Gore, in the aftermath of Bush's Katrina Debacle

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Denounced, The Despised Dim Son
(Sung to the tune of "House Of The Rising Sun" by The Animals)

Satire inspired by Dubya's criminal incompetence in remaining on vacation and bungled federal relief efforts while widespread death and destruction befell New Orleans in the wake of Hurricane Katrina

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(instrumental intro)

He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

Another bout of failure;
Fiasco by all means;
Didn't follow through or have a plan.
Drowned was New Orleans.

Shrub's a clueless king; a city bleeds;
When the levees broke, got sunk.
Yet he took his time, said he's satisfied
With the job Brown did, which stunk.

(organ solo)

Dead mothers and drowned children;
What our foolish leader's done.
Expended lives, spread sheer misery.
Bush denounced, despised Dim Son.

Bush is no good; you can't transform
His regime; which justs spreads blame.
You can't bring back old New Orleans.
Bush errors; lives were claimed.

He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

(instrumental ending)

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Brown, Bush, & Chertoff - Criminally Negligent Bunglers

Friday, September 09, 2005

British TV flashes appropriate headline:
"BUSH: ONE OF THE WORST DISASTERS TO HIT THE U.S."

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Nero Fiddled While Rome Burned; Dubya Strummed While New Orleans Drowned

pResident Bonehead & His Gang of Incompetents Cross The Unaware In New Orleans
Bush The Disaster Monkey Spins Again

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Don't Bug Me - I'm On Vacation
(Sung to "Another Brick In The Wall - Part 2" by Pink Floyd)

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As sung by pResident Bush in Crawford, Texas, lamenting how his vacation was ruined this year

(instrumental intro)

Don't bug me - I'm on vacation.
Don't bug me 'bout flood control.
Where's Katrina? I can't come soon.
Need some ranch time, all alone.
Hey! Need some... ranch time, all alone!

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

Don't bug me - I'm on vacation.
Don't bug me 'bout flood control.
Where's Katrina? I can't come soon.
Need some ranch time, all alone.
Hey! Need some... ranch time, all alone!

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

(instrumental break)

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Monday, September 05, 2005

While New Orleans drowns, Sec. of State Condi Rice shops for monstrously expensive shoes at Ferragamo's in New York
Imaginary "leadership" from the Master of Disaster
Bush to New Orleans: "Let Them Eat Cake"
Bush in New Orleans

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Give Grover Norquist This New Orleans "Bathtub" To Swim In

Friday, September 02, 2005

Laid Low By PATRIOT
(Sung to the tune of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot")

Satire about the loss of civil liberties and constitutional rights due to the misnamed U.S. PATRIOT Act

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Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Post 9-1-1 burden, the Bush monarchy:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
A band of zealots wants theocracy:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Who approved torture for war; guess who?
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Bush and rich friends, who had staged a coup.
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Bush has f*cked up; his polls are down.
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Iraq black hole, his regime spins 'round.
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Take Him Out, In The Lord's Name
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game)

Satire inspired by Pat Robertson's deranged call for U.S. special forces to assassinate Venezuela President Hugo Chavez, broadcast to millions on viewers on his "700 Club" television show

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As sung by Pat Robertson to his 700 Club audience, praying to "take out" Hugo Chavez (and not to dinner):

(instrumental intro)

Take him out, in the Lord's name.
Take him out, make us proud.
Hugo Chavez is a left wing hack.
Special Forces, find him and attack.
We should root, root, root for my fond dream.
If he stays there, it's our shame.
Get it done! Please, take out Chavez
In our grand Lord's name.
Iraq's Black Gold"
(Sung to the tune of "Heart Of Gold" by Neil Young)

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(instrumental intro)

Would Dubya give... his relatives...
For war; give lives up for Iraq's black gold?
Reasons supressed 'cause... Bush never gives
Regret for searching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.

(instrumental break)

Bush rails at Hollywood... he thinks more deaths would,
Across the ocean, win Iraq's black gold.
More war's in his mind... Bush is no Einstein...
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.

(instrumental break)

War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...

War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.