…I can do better.
I can do anything
Better than you.
No, you can't.
Yes, I can. No, you can't.
Yes, I can. No, you can't.
Yes, I can,
Yes, I can!
Any president you can be
I can be better
I can be president
better than you
No, you can't. Yes, I can.
No, you can't. Yes, I can.
No, you can't.
No, you can't.
Some leaders are liars
And dishonest at will
To deal with'em I've got the skill
Don't forget I'm married to Bill
Hey I'm not a dope
Won't stumble or grope
With them I can cope
With audacity of hope
No, you can't. Yes, I can.
No, you can't. Yes, I can.
No, you can't.
No, you can't.
A little bit of doggerel to show my opinion of the Democratic contender's debates.
Hillary is getting nasty and petty. She needs to spend more time on why we should vote for her and not so much on why we shouldn't vote for him.
I just hope Obama's string of victories don't go to his head. Tall guys have a harder time noticing those loose shoelaces that trip you up.
In the meantime, the New York Times, desperate for something new to write about, puts out the McCain & comely Lobbyist story, with little actual evidence of wrongdoing, financial or coital. Hey, he's an inspiration for old farts. 'Course most of us don't have the fame and power he has. Kinda leaves us trying to get dates on the strength of our good looks. Which we probably don't have much left of.
In the meantime it's snowing again. Just when I was worried that we might run out of it too soon. Yeah. People are going around trying to cheer each other up by talking of spring, but you can see the tears in their eyes.
Goodnight. I gotta get up and shovel in the morning.
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6 comments:
Man that skinny guy has gorgeous eyes. got a lovely live stream from Ohio on my laptop last night.
And Hillary's doin' just fine, in my view - Russert's a pig
On the other hand, what a puerile knockabout - calling Uncle Bob! update these lyrics, man!
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Idiot winds, blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind bloqing through the dust upon our shleves
We're idiots, babe,
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
thanks in advance
Aliens will drink your milkshake, earthlinks.
I never thought I'd see the day that you would be quoting show tunes my friend and "Annie Get Your Gun" no less! This just proves that everything comes to pass. I expect to see pigs in the sky at any moment.....
Hillary is whining her way out of the White House. She keeps this "Why does the Press always ask me the question first" schtick up and does get in the White House, then the Press will be relentless like Starr was to Bill. Watch every minute of your life is no way to run the Government and the Nation. Shut Up Hillary, it's probably already too late, but just shut the Hell up!
I dont get the Hillysteria - I mean, let's focus on the real issues: GET HARRY THE HELL OUTTA AFGHANISTAN!
I'll have you know, mr scruffy, that i enjoy that old-timey music. of course it doesn't have the punch of, say, the Dresden Dolls. That gershwin guy could write a good song.
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