This properly would go on Tuesday, but I wouldn’t mar that day with this sort of expression. Tuesday belongs to Barack Obama; to President Obama and to the American people.
Besides, this is more suited to light, whimsical weekend blogging.
So, today, slightly early, let us sing and dance and rejoice:
Ding, dong! The Witch is dead.
Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding, dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up, sleepy head. Rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
He’s gone where the goblins go,
Below, below, below, yo-ho!
Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding, dong, the merry-o! Sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know: The Wicked Witch is dead!
2 comments:
If only... although of course I do applaud the sentiment.
What's truly galling, though, is the thought that my tax dollars will be used to fund his
and his cronies' pensions and health care for the rest of their corrupt lives.
And they say crime doesn't pay...
Your tax dollars will be used, and you didn't even get a say in things. See?: You should become a citizen! (Well, and move to a swing state, so that your vote really counts.)
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