Monday, August 1, 2011

Debt Ceiling Sing-A-Long At Camp Wee-No-Budge

Yes siree-- the deal has passed the House and, no doubt, it will pass the Senate before the Tuesday deadline with much fanfare, and the Debt Ceiling drama written by the Tea Party Theater Company will finally be over (at least for the moment) and we can all get back to worrying about jobs and mortgages.

So, let's join the happy Tea Party campers around the campfire at Camp Wee-No-Budge where they are toasting marshmallows and roasting the powerless. Grover Nordquist is strumming his guitar to the delight of  John Boehner, Eric Cantor and Michele Bachmann.

Oh yes, and the lyrics are printed  below the video so don't be shy. Feel free to join right in.

H/T to  Zina Saunders. She is a genius! She does these video editorials weekly for Mother Jones. Aren't they great?  Pass the marshmallows please, and try not to worry too much. OK?




THE WORDS TO THE SONG
 
We are out to screw the country, there’s no doubt
We are out to screw the country, there’s no doubt
If we bring a big disaster we’ll get elected so much faster
And our enemy Obama will be out.
There is nothing we wont do to get our way
There is nothing we wont do to get our way
We are betting a depression, will win us the next election
And our corporate cronies promise they will pay!
If you lose your job and house who gives a damn
If you lose your job and house who gives a damn
We’re hoping that it makes you madder and you’ll vote out Ol' Obamer
And we’ll be on top to push the latest scam
We’ll protect our corporate Masters, come what may
We’ll protect our corporate Masters, come what may
We’ll keep their tax breaks bulging cause our mission is indulging
All our corporate buddies, who we must obey
Lower taxes is our permanent refrain
Lower taxes is our permanent refrain
We don’t care who might get hurted just as long as we have skirted
Any taxes our contributors disdain.
So sink the economy is what we say
So sink the economy is what we say
The more destruction that we wreak on all the poor and sick and weak
The more we think we’ll win the next election day.




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