Booing Boehner’s Boo-Hooing
Gail Collins isn’t too impressed with incoming speaker of the House John Boehner’s Crying Game, and neither am I.
And Timothy Egan does a great job seeing through Boehner’s bountiful tears:
It’s when he talks about how he rose from his humble past — the son of a bar owner, one of 12 children who grew up in a small home with a single bathroom — that Boehner starts to weep.
“Making sure these kids have a shot at the American Dream like I did is very important,” he said, choking up, when asked on “60 Minutes” about his crying.
But a look at Boehner’s record during his two decades in Congress shows a man who has voted against nearly every boost for the working stiff. There’s no empathy for those with the longest shots at the American Dream in his voting pattern. Instead, we see a politician who is hard-hearted in his legislative treatment of the people now coping with the kind of economic conditions in which the Boehner family grew up.
That brings me to my latest limerick:
Booing Boehner’s Boo-Hooing
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Rep. Boehner cries crocodile tears.
He’s been feigning compassion for years.
Though his tears say “he cares,”
His vote record blares
That he likes kicking poor folk downstairs.
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John Boehner is a crying fool,
who must think that sobbing is cool
that hides his true job
of assisting to rob
the public as big business tool.
John Boehner claims to be an emotional guy
And certainly, we’ve all seen him cry
But is it the real deal
Or just typical shpiel
From someone who’s always willing to lie?
Good one Mad. I’ll try:
A cryer’s as bad as a moaner
I’m ashamed of this orange-tinged Boehner.
His weepiness hides
what in fact he derides.
I think the next House is a goner.
Does he think that we thought he’d recant
His standard pro-big-business rant?
Oh, with tears he’s besodden
But to the downtrodden
It’s always been, “Hell no, you can’t!”
With crocodile tears on his face,
John Boehner is a no-good disgrace.
See him cry like Niobe,
his heart dry as the Gobi,
a half-lit, piece-of-spit, waste-of-space.
Thanks everyone for your limericks!