From my blog back in 2005, note how much has been all but lost to history and how much abides.
Merry Christmas, kids. Be excellent to each other.
The clock ticks down towards High Noonand The Man approacheth.My antique laptop just started showing me a PAGE_FAULT_IN_A_NON_PAGE_AREA (rampant against a striking blue background) and began denying me access to Safe Mode, which means it's almost certainly time to start digging a PC hole, and rather a lot of work has probably gone to digital heaven.Which, if I were better rested, would be freaking me out no little bit right now, and which is why I had to unship the borrowed-and-hadn't-yet-returned-Mac (And thank's be to you-know-who-you-are.)But frankly I'd be in a lot less of a jolly mood if I hadn't stopped around Steve Gilliard's for a nightcap and found that Commentor Randy McGowan had penned this terrific parodyThanks Randy; laughs are just a mite short-stocked around here these days, and this is some For Sure Grinnin' Funny sausage you're packin'.So, let me step aside and just let you read on...Twas the nite before Fitzmas and through the White HouseNot a neocon stirred, even Cheney, that louseThe documents were shredded and all burned with careEven Judy was smart enough not to be thereThe liberals were snuggled all warm in their bedsConvinced that George Bush would no longer be ledWith Laura in her burkah and George in his capHe thought to himself, can I beat this wrap?Then from the news there arose such a clatterGeorge ran to his office "what the hell is the matter!?!"He grabbed Rove and said "what is the excitement?"And there stood Fitzgerald, hands full of indictmentsKarl’s bald head then started to glowLike George Bush’s nose, in the days he did blowWhen what to his bloodshot eyes should appearBut cops and attorneys and all coming nearFitzgerald was thorough, if not very quickAnd George now realized he wasn’t that slickMore rapid than eagles Fitz’s charges they cameAnd he whistled and shouted and called them by name"Now, grab all those docs and seize that computer!Arrest Cheney! And Rove! And Rumsfeld and Scooter!To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!Now, lock away, lock away! Lock away all!"With a wink of his eye and a twist of his headFitz let George know he had plenty to dreadHe leaked not a word, but went straight to his workarrested them all and said “Bush you’re a jerk”And poking his finger in George Bush’s noseSaid time for a speech in the garden of roseHe sprang to his car to his team gave a shoutAnd away they dragged Rove who started to poutBut I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight:F*** You Dick Cheney, and your friends on the right!