pomes of buddy don: Move into the Bubble

Move into the Bubble

I saw the light on that TV debate –
The light the Republicans follow –
Lying is OK, and torture is great!
The Cool Aid is sweet: have a swallow!

The axis of terror in the mid East
Has Sunnis and Shia, Al Qaeda, Hamas
United to become the ten-headed beast,
Their hatreds forgotten so they can harm us!

The peace in Iraq is well on its way –
It’s just not shown on your evening TV –
The last throes insurgents have had their day –
It’s just liberal pundits who still disagree!

Dismiss your cares, your doubt, your trouble:
Just move into the Republican bubble!

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pinions of buddy don: ifn ye bleeve that

thays a bridge over in brooklyn that mayhap ye dun herd bout. tiz a beeyooty. heres a pitcher of how it looks whenever yer jes steppin onto it ...



member them prossecutin atturneys that wuz fired? twuz jes fer performants. ifn ye bleeve that, ye kin buy that bridge.

tiz a good bridge, with views of the statchew of liberty way off in the distunts, witch i aint sayin liberty gittin so small aint no metafor fer nuthin ...



them same prossecutin atturneys wudnt fired on a counta pallticks, nor fer not heppin them publicans win eleckshuns by investigatin voter fraud whar thay wudnt nun, witch thats a nuthern ye need to bleeve ifn ye wonta buy that bridge.

but that bridge is wurth it! ye kin see how tiz useful fer carryin traffick from brooklyn over to man hattan or vice uh versa ...



n corse, dint alberto gonzalez have nuthin to do with the firin of them atturneys neether, on a counta how hes a grate atturney general of these here united states, witch i real eyes the list of thangs ye gut to bleeve is long.

but tiz a grate bridge ye kin buy ifn ye kin jes bleeve it all. ye git grate views of famus bildins into the bargain! that thar woolworth bildin, fer instunts, witch tiz a worl class beeyooty ...



corse, karl rove dint have nuthin to do with firin them atturneys on a counta everthang he duz is pure pallticks n thay wudnt nuthin pallitickull bout them firins, witch ifn ye bleeve everthang up to now ye wood shorely bleeve that since ye wood bleeve innythang.

sides that, tiz a bridge that brangs folks frum all over, even film makers ...



finely, it goes without sayin that mr bush dint have nuthin, i reepeat, nuthin to do with it. not atall nohow. noway.

that bridge is well cunstructed, even bettern sum lies that sum folks tells, n taint lackly to fall apart n i have herd ye kin git it fer about a hundert dollars, ifn ye kin bleeve ...



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pomes of buddy don: Classified

mayhap ye caught this here story in the washington post name of New Doubts On Nuclear Efforts by North Korea; U.S. Less Certain of Uranium Program:

The Bush administration is backing away from its long-held assertions that North Korea has an active clandestine program to enrich uranium, leading some experts to believe that the original U.S. intelligence that started the crisis over Pyongyang's nuclear ambitions may have been flawed.

The chief intelligence officer for North Korea, Joseph R. DeTrani, told Congress on Tuesday that while there is "high confidence" North Korea acquired materials that could be used in a "production-scale" uranium program, there is only "mid-confidence" such a program exists. Meanwhile, Assistant Secretary of State Christopher R. Hill, the chief negotiator for disarmament talks, told a conference last week in Washington that it is unclear whether North Korea ever mastered the production techniques necessary for such a program.

If the materials North Korea bought "did not go into a highly enriched uranium program, maybe they went somewhere else," Hill said. "Fine. We can have a discussion about where they are and where they've gone."

The administration's stance today stands in sharp contrast to the certainty expressed by top officials in 2002, when the administration accused Pyongyang of running a secret uranium program -- and demanded it be dismantled at once. President Bush told a news conference that November: "We discovered that, contrary to an agreement they had with the United States, they're enriching uranium, with a desire of developing a weapon."

The accusation about the alleged uranium program backfired, sparking a series of events that ultimately led to North Korea's first nuclear test -- using another material, plutonium -- nearly five months ago.

it putt me in mind to rite a lil pome bout how our leaders use classified infermayshun:

Classified

The classified data that we review
Is ours to assess so we know what to do
Or even what’s said to the likes of you
To make you believe that our truth is true
Since it is our job to make you construe
Conclusions that sanction the paths we pursue
When later we say we knew what we knew.

The truth is that proof is all classified:
And you can’t prove whether we truly lied.

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pinions of buddy don: fishin thru the net

heres a few thangs that state thangs all too well. frum that thar daily kos site, thays this articull name of The Good Option by darksyde:

Are you losing track of the good and the bad in Iraq? We're told the Sunni insurgents are bad, but they're backed by Bush's noble Saudi pals. The Shiites are our default allies in Iraq, but the Iranians who are helping them are bad. The Kurds are good, because they're relatively peaceful and independent, except their peaceful independence is creating profound anxiety among our Turkish friends, which is bad. Al Qaeda is bad, we all agree, except when they oppose Shiite Cleric Muqtada Al-Sadr, which is ... what ... good?

And that's only scratching the surface. Within each of these groups are a dazzling array of quasi-official militias, criminal gangs, death squads, and even the local version of end-o-the-world religious maniacs hoping to hasten Armageddon. On any given day, these groups can be 'good,' while, paradoxically, their allies are 'bad.' Those classifications swing unpredictably on a right-wing whim dictated by whatever bullshit soundbite is mumbled incoherently that day to keep our fighting men and women in the blood-soaked turmoil.

The confusion is only furthered by an Administration warning that Iran may get involved if we leave, while telling us on alternating days that Iran is deeply involved. That Al Qaeda could gain a foothold in any vacuum left behind, while telling us repeatedly that the place is swarming with Al Qaeda. And we're sternly reminded we cannot pull US forces out or Iraq would become a failed state, in blissful, willful ignorance of the fact that Iraq is a failed state and, more to the point, it became one while occupied by US forces.

reeminds me of that ny times articull name of In a New Joint U.S.-Iraqi Patrol, the Americans Go First:

When the Iraqi units finally did show up, it was with the air of a class outing, cheering and laughing as the Americans blew locks off doors with shotguns. As the morning wore on and the troops came under fire from all directions, another apparent flaw in this strategy became clear as empty apartments became lairs for gunmen who flitted from window to window and killed at least one American soldier, with a shot to the head.

Whether the gunfire was coming from Sunni or Shiite insurgents or militia fighters or some of the Iraqi soldiers who had disappeared into the Gotham-like cityscape, no one could say.

“Who the hell is shooting at us?” shouted Sgt. First Class Marc Biletski, whose platoon was jammed into a small room off an alley that was being swept by a sniper’s bullets. “Who’s shooting at us? Do we know who they are?”

sad thang is, we are stuck in a war that everbidy agrees we dont have no idee how to git out of.

that putts me in mind of a book i red a cuple years ago by Kevin Philips name of Wealth and Democracy whar he splaind how the prior three grate world economick powers cum undun. thay wuz three steps to the process, witch heres the way i member em:

1. in sted of makin thangs, ye git folks in other cuntries to make em fer ye on a counta how they kin doot fer less money, makin it moren more possibull fer them thats rich to git richer, futher concentratin the cuntrys wealth in fewer n fewer hands
2. after ye git to be a grate worl power, ye go frum havin a economy based on makin thangs to one based on finants, insurants, n real estate
3. yer cuntry becums a debtor nayshun (we dun that in 1985 with the hep frum presdint raygun), witch that makes the disparity of wealth, meanin the concentrayshun of wealth into the hands of fewer n fewer people, grow
4. yer cuntry gits itself involved in a long war that it caint git out of.

the good news is how we dont need to wurry no more bout that global warmin stuff on a counta how thay aint nuthin we kin really do bout it now.

taint no wunder we luv sports so much: lease thar we kin have justus n fair play. n ifn it seems lack thay wuz a bad call, ye kin have a instunt reeplay. wish we could have one fer that seleckshun of 2000.

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pomes of buddy don: Unleashed Forces

Unleashed Forces

At last he can admit mistakes were made
(But only stated in the passive voice) –
Disproved are all the reasons to invade,
But now we're stuck there, left with no good choice.

For if we leave the consequences are
Most terrible for us to contemplate –
The violence then would be, as now, bizarre,
For we've upset a hornet's nest of hate.

And if we stay how many more must die
To regain the security we lost
When we invaded based upon the lie
That claimed we could win this with little cost?

In fact, Iraq was just a box, much like Pandora's was –
We opened it and unleashed forces that will never pause.

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pomes of buddy don: Just a Comma

Just a Comma

"What happened to your daughter,
Grieving Papa, grieving Mama,
What happened to your daughter in the war?"

"She was taken in the slaughter
Of a comma, just a comma,
But our painful sentence will end nevermore."

"What happened to your brother
When he went to get Osama?
What happened to your brother over there?"

"He went to fight another,
Not Osama, but a comma,
Now we'll never see our brother anywhere."

"When will Daddy come home?"
Asked the baby of its mama,
"When will Daddy come home from Iraq?"

"Never will he come home,"
Said the Mama, as a comma,
Let her sigh and say, "He's never coming back."

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Pomes of buddy don: The Promised Land

The Promised Land

The Rubberstamplicans have built a land
Devoted to their dogmatic beliefs –
Built on a foundation of shifting sand,
It's crashed upon reality's hard reefs.

'Twas built between a hard place and Iraq
A place they had no time to understand
The nation's riches? On the auction block –
They've privatized what's not theirs to command!

And for their sacrifices as they feed
Upon the profiteering trough of war,
For riches they will sweat but never bleed
Since bleeding's what we've saved Iraqis for.

Although there is no profit in safe borders,
At least we have Paul Bremer's hundred orders!

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pomes of buddy don: If Spin Could Win Our Wars

If Spin Could Win Our Wars

If spin could win our wars the way it helps to win elections
If the same tricks that fool us hicks could ensure our protections
If only cruel reality
Did not use such brutality
Perhaps our claim to have no blame would win the world's affections!

i wish spin could kill migraines. i figgerd i wuz outta the woods yesterdy whenever i writ my blog post, but i wuz rong. as soon as i gut out in the brite sunshine, thay wuznt no doubt but that i still had the trubles, witch they have becum more panefull than ever befor.

innywho, we went to see the acupunkchurist frum tennessee over in brooklyn yesterdy – speshull thanks to miz bd fer sheperdin me thar n back — n she give me the most amazin sesshun of needles i ever had. heres hopin that i dont find myself on the verge of vomit when i git out this mornin!

i been gittin lots of kind comments on them pitchers frum the subway, so heres a nuthern fer ye ...



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pomes of buddy don: Turning Points

Turning Points

One has to hope, in dark times such as these,
Zarqawi's death might lead to better days –
Might knock the insurgents down to their knees –
Might cool the hate that keeps Iraq ablaze.

As Mr. Bush explained just yesterday
Iraq has passed a major turning point –
When Al Qaeda gave their man away,
And our bombs dropped the exclamation point!

We'd turned the corner when we caught Saddam –
Had turned another taking out his sons.
And governments were formed to great aplomb
Till we could weigh turning points by the tons!

So many turning points have come before –
Are we marching in circles through this war?


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pomes of buddy don: A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

Why should it come as such a rude surprise
That governance by those proud to believe
That government's the problem not the prize
Should such mismanaged government achieve?

Why do we elect those who soon replace
The competent with those whose only claim
To being worthy of the public's grace
Is being loyal to the party's game?

Why do we elect those who promise they
Will cut the size of government, but who
Expand it from inauguration day
Till record budget deficits accrue?

"The government cannot succeed" is their philosophy –
Their governance makes it a self-fulfilling prophecy!

pomes of buddy don: repeatin a nuthern

i wuz readin eric altermans blog n notissd a innerestin conversayshun a'goin on bout bedrock christchun bleefs, witch ifn ye go here n scroll down to the letters startin with thatn frum roger of marlton, nj, ye kin read whut folks has to say. i half to add mitt, i always thought christ wuz havin us battle fer our souls, not fer how the gummint orta be allowd to enforce sum relijuns bleefs.

innywho, heres the pome, witch i writ it after pat robertson recommended takin out hugo chavez, tho it seems we are still usin christ to justify doin sum verr unchristlike thangs:

It's Always Seemed to Me a Little Odd

It's always seemed to me a little odd
That in his time on earth as Jesus, God
Would fail to make a parable or mention
That being gay defies nature's convention!

Or why in all the truths He did convey
No word against abortion did He say?
Why didn't He explain where life begins
Instead of pardoning evil-doers' sins?

Or how could He ignore the bankers' need
To charge percents of interest that exceed
The fed's prime rate by multiples of eight
And help our rich folks' wealth accumulate?

Instead He advised all to be so meek
That, if attacked, we turn the other cheek
Did He not know the interests of our nation
Might demand covert assassination?

[update: to brake its lank to pat robertsons remarks, here is a lil re rite of the same pome with only the last line changed]

It's Always Seemed to Me a Little Odd

It's always seemed to me a little odd
That in his time on earth as Jesus, God
Would fail to make a parable or mention
That being gay defies nature's convention!

Or why in all the truths He did convey
No word against abortion did He say?
Why didn't He explain where life begins
Instead of pardoning evil-doers' sins?

Or how could He ignore the bankers' need
To charge percents of interest that exceed
The fed's prime rate by multiples of eight
And help our rich folks' wealth accumulate?

Instead He advised all to be so meek
That, if attacked, we turn the other cheek
Did He not know the interests of our nation
Might require preëmptive invasion?

songs of buddy don: We Are the Rubberstamplicans

We Are the Rubberstamplicans!

We are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

We stayed up late one night to pass that medicare fiasco
We did it though it was as fun as drinking pure Tabasco
We know that "government's the problem" so why should we try
To govern well since that would tell the truth to our great lie?

We cut the taxes of the rich, sent soldiers off to war
We built the largest deficit the world had seen before
To those who say we must be madder than the maddest hatter
We simply parrot Cheney saying, "Deficits don't matter!"

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

If Bush says black is white or dirty air is really clean
We'll Rubber Stamp the notion with our Rubber Stamp Machine
If Bush says building roads and cutting trees make forests healthy
We'll Rubber Stamp the falsehood and thus make our cronies wealthy.

We will not check our president although he breaks the law
For like all Rubberstamplicans, when shocked we stand in awe.
Besides three decades in the past that FISA law was hatched
To be secure we must endure having our freedoms snatched!

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

pomes of buddy don: The Window Dresser

The Window Dresser

At last the president reveals his plan
For bringing home our soldiers from Iraq –
A plan so simple it needs no straw man
To prop up and knock down with brave attack.

The plan itself should come as no surprise
Since it comes from a man who never fails
To fail at every single thing he tries
Except for claiming he always prevails.

He used the plan when running companies
Into the ground till cronies came along
To fix the mess he made, for if you please,
He's used this little trick his whole life long.

The plan? Do naught but act as window dresser –
The problem will belong to his successor.

songs of buddy don: Flap Your Arms!

Flap Your Arms!

I heard em say on TV that this global warming thing
Will soon be too far gone for us to stop.
They said, "We'll all be riding on a plane that's lost its wings.
A plane whose only option is to drop!"

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

We're cruising on the great titanic, crossing o'er the sea –
A mammoth mortal iceberg dead ahead –
We have to slow our progress to a tolerable degree,
But the captain says we stay the course instead.

So–
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
This old ship is going down
Lean to swim like a fish
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

It's a grave and gathering danger
Can't be tamed by a Texas Ranger
It's gonna hit us just like a hurricane

We piss like the dog in the manger
On the global heat exchanger
We couldn't act any stranger or insane
Oh, it's gonna hit us just like a hurricane!

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!

pomes of buddy don: The Man Who Pulled The Trigger

The Man Who Pulled The Trigger

Let's not be too quick to blame the man who pulled the trigger
That sprayed the aging lawyer in the shoulders and the face –
The fact is, if you will, the victim's blame is much bigger
Since he failed to explain he was no quail with human face.

Let's not judge the judgment of the man who pulled the trigger
Before he could determine if the bush held quail or friend –
For he is known for making quick decisions with great vigor
And letting others take the heat, his actions to defend.

Let's not time the timing of the man who pulled the trigger
Not letting people know he'd bagged a lawyer not a quail –
Since bragging by the hunter is accepted, not de rigeur,
And modesty demands delay in telling this great tale.

No let's not blame the man who pulled the trigger Saturday –
In fact, the victim is to blame for getting in the way.


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pomes of buddy don: They Hate Us For Our Freedoms

They Hate Us For Our Freedoms

They hate us for our freedoms as I'm sure you've heard us say –
So why not make them hate us less by taking some away?
Especially since by doing so, with luck we might detect
The dangerous among the very folks we must protect?
Trust us, we were guided by the very best intentions –
So what if we defied some constitutional conventions?

The fact is we did nothing that should be called "malicious"
By spying on our citizens to see who is suspicious.
We needed to hear what was said whenever someone talked –
We would have asked to change the law but Congress might have balked!
And why should we reveal our hand to some top secret court
Whose judges might not understand this is no easy sport?

Our enemy is not a state – our war can have no end –
If civil rights are in the way, they'll simply have to bend!

pomes of buddy don: How good it felt

How good it felt

How good it felt when on the Lincoln's deck
Our leader proclaimed major combat done –
The right wing had the left wing by the neck –
The war against the liberals was won!

The mission was accomplished, glory be!
Approval ratings in the stratosphere –
We saw that statue fall on our tv –
The rose-petaled parades would soon be here!

But then things rotted like old orange rinds
As facts betrayed us with their noxious ooze –
How can we win a war for hearts and minds
If we cannot control the Daily News?

What can we do? The truth smells worse than poop –
So change the facts! Send in the Lincoln Group!

pinions of buddy don: Topic Change

Topic Change

Ever since that woman came a'calling
To ask the question that was haunting her –
The president's approval rate's been falling –
As Pres he's worse than as entrepreneur!

Were this high tragedy and not low farce
His fear of that one question would provide
An insight into how we ought to parse
The tragic flaw that cannot be denied.

Pride goes before a fall, the Bible states –
And in this as in all it must be so –
Hubristic failure to admit mistakes
Should lead him to his tragic quid pro quo.

Yet in an age ruled by entertainment
Topic change equals damage containment!

pomes of buddy don: If We Had to Obey Davis Bacon

If We Had to Obey Davis Bacon

If we had to obey Davis Bacon –
If we were forced to pay prevailing rates –
We'd have a line from New Orleans to Macon
Of greedy workers from the local states.

For they would want jobs with paid vacation
With a guarantee of work for a year
Plus the chance to become the salvation
Where Katrina's damage was severe.

Yet if we hire them there's no escape –
For if – with set law – we had to comply –
The bureaucratic nonsense and red tape
Would shrink our no-bid contract's 'higher pie'.

No, we to our shareholders must be true –
Besides illegal immigrants will do.

pomes of buddy don: This Is No Class War

This Is No Class War

To tax investment income just creates
A major disincentive to invest –
This honorable principle translates
To rich folks getting richer as they rest!

It's taxing death to tax inheritance
Or so the living heirs loudly complain –
They so deserve their wealth since birthright's chance
Decreed they be bequeathed effortless gain!

In fact the only thing we ought to tax
Is money earned by elbow grease or work –
We can balance our budget on the backs
Of the lowly lucklessly working jerk!

This is no class war – do not think it is –
They must protect what's theirs – not yours or his!