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Edited on Thu Jan-04-07 09:19 PM by NanceGreggs
The Party’s Over …
By Nancy Greggs
The party's over, it’s time to call it a day …
And today – praise the Lord and hallelujah! – was the day. The control of our government passed from the hands of the Republicans into the hands of the Democrats – and within seconds, the cryin’ could be heard from DC to Timbuktu.
Minority rights? Yeah, we’ll get back to you on that, GOP. In the meantime, a vacation might be in order for all of you three-day-per-week folks who are about to have to work for a living. Might I suggest the picturesque little town of Whine-a-lot, located just south of Cry-Me-A-Fu*kin’ River?
They've burst your pretty balloon …
That was the loud pop! you heard as Madam Speaker Nancy Pelosi was sworn in. It may have sounded like shock-‘n-awe to you, but it was music to the ears of American citizens everywhere who finally have representatives who will be spending their time on things like raising the minimum wage and securing lower-cost prescription drugs for average citizens.
And touting those accomplishments will sound pretty good in the 2008 elections, don’t ya think? Beats the livin’ daylights out of bragging about keeping the menace of flag-burning at bay – or having to bash your opponent with smear campaigns, because you can’t point to a single worthwhile thing you’ve done for your constituents while you were in office.
Example: “I voted FOR torture” doesn’t really look good on a campaign button, does it?
And taken the moon away …
Ah, yes, the moon. It’s not that it’s been literally taken away; it’s just that people have a hard time seeing it through the smog you’ve allowed to increase, all for the bottom-line of corporate polluters. I think that We The People might appreciate the sight of it again someday, along with heavenly visions of things like a balanced budget, accountability, and transparent government.
Or perhaps the moon is merely a poetic symbol, a light in the midnight skies representing American dreams like freedom, liberty, democracy and the pursuit of happiness – in which case you took it away yourselves, so quit yer bitchin’.
It's time to wind up the masquerade …
Yuppers, time to take off those masks of good Christian morals you’ve been wearing for so long. Once the investigations begin, Republicans will be forever associated with the Fifth Amendment rather than the Ten Commandments.
But not to fret: if hypocrisy ever becomes the sought-after virtue that voters clamour for, you’ll be back on top before you know it.
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid …
And let me tell you, that piper is a bitch. Charges include shipping (our troops off to Iraq to die in an unwinnable war) and handling (don’t think that Gitmo thing won’t come back to bite you in the derriere). All prices F.O.B.; some charges not included – like the priceless look on your faces when the citizenry toss your party out of the White House in ’08.
The party's over, the candles flicker and dim …
Flicker and dim; kind of describes your chances of political survival over the next two years, doesn’t it?
But things can change. Maybe by the time you're up for re-election, the voters will have forgotten the royal screwing you've given them while you held the reins of power. Maybe they'll look back on outsourcing jobs, tax cuts for the wealthy, and the Bankruptcy Bill in the warm afterglow and feel gratitude for your concern over their well-being. (Okay, okay, I'm just trying to find a little levity here, folks!)
You danced and dreamed through the night …
Man, oh man, didn’t you ever? You danced around the Constitution, the law, the Geneva Conventions – hey, I’m sure it seemed like a grand idea at the time. Now you’ll spend the next two years acting like you don’t know the guy what brung ya. Good luck with that. Your lipstick is all over his sorry ass – and you’re leaving the prom in his pickup, whether you like it or not. Didn’t think you’d get screwed in the back seat on the way home, did you? Well, welcome to the real world.
It seemed to be right just being with him …
Hey, we feel your pain. We can all understand the lure of being part of the in crowd, following the Leader of the Pack. Right now, around 30% of the country still thinks the War in Iraq is a good idea – you know, that war you’ve been selling for years now? By the time the 2008 elections roll around, that should be down to 0%. But like they say: You break it, you own it. And you own this one big time.
I’m sure that 0% will be more than happy to vote you back into power in two years.
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end …
And what grand dreams they were – dreams of sweets and flowers, being greeted as liberators. Your dream, the nation’s nigtmare. Maybe your PNAC buddies foresee a cure for what ails you in future – you know how good they are at predictions.
Take off your makeup …
Yes, time to take off that makeup and show yourselves for who you really are – gay-bashing, warmongering, corrupt bribe-taking, do-nothing, self-serving, arrogant hypocrites. But not to worry, we knew what you looked like under that tacky False Patriotism shade of rouge and the Lyin’ Eyes brand of mascara all along.
The party's over, it's all over, my friend
Over. Done like dinner. Burnt to a crisp. Overcooked to the consistency of mush, devoid of whatever nutritional value that may have once existed.
The corner you’ve so brilliantly painted yourselves into is ready – you’ll find the appropriate dunce cap right next to the blackboard, where you will write, one million times, “I will not try to fool the American people again.”
(“The Party’s Over” … Words by Betty Comden and Adolph Green, Music by Jule Styne)
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