Congratulations to the many who correctly guessed my undisclosed location. And a special congratulations to speedy Scott Baron of The Gamer's Nook, who shot me an email guessing Martha's Vineyard within seconds of my posting the challenge. And be sure to check out his terrific weblog about "life, politics, and gaming."
Regular postings here and on Dubya's Dayly Diary will resume after Labor Day weekend. However, Dubya's obsession with attacking Iraq inspired me to write another song parody.
Iraq, Iraq (To be sung to "New York, New York" from "On The Town" by Bernstein/Comden)
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
The evil places to target are so many,
Or so my staffers say.
I promised Poppy I wouldn't miss on any,
Cause Saddam's got to pay.
Gonna bomb the whole town.
I'll vanquish that clown, I do pray.
Without delay!
Iraq, Iraq, it's an oil lovers place,
I'll give high-fives when I've conquered that space.
Big bucks are there to be taken posthaste.
Iraq, Iraq, it's an oil lovers place.
We'll sail the seas and we'll play a bit of poker,
Over war delays.
We'll stalk Hussein till the fight is really over,
And we can safely say,
The most fabulous sight
Is Iraq's Saddam done away,
Just like I say.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
The evil axis will soundly be just flattened,
Cause there is hell to pay.
There's just one thing that I need to feel like Patton.
Got to go my own way,
Waging war is my fate.
Maybe seven...
Or eight.
Every fray
Just makes my day.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
My postings may be spotty for a week or so because I'm on vacation at an undisclosed location. Where? I can't tell you, because then it wouldn't be undisclosed.
Okay, I'll give you a couple of hints. Hint 1: It isn't a cave. Hint 2: Dubya recently described the people there as wine swillers. (Which, like most things Dubya says, isn't true. I, for one, am a tequila swiller.)
The first person to write in and correctly guess where I am gets to plug a weblog or site.
And since it's a vacation, this is a perfect time to post somebody else's material. So I'm happy to post a terrific political song parody written by guest blogger Jeffrey Kramer. (Many thanks to Max Sawicky for sending Jeff Kramer my way. And thanks so much to Jeff Kramer for his witty contribution)
In '93 I used to lurk
On wingnut forums, and watch the jerks
Scream "HILLARY MURDERED HER LESBIAN BRIDE!"
And pray AIDS hit the "socialist" side
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
My liberal guilt's gone 'way.
The word came down to high-minded progs
From simulib pundits and neolib blogs
That the proper response to these far-right games
Was "count to twelve, and don't call names."
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
My liberal guilt's gone 'way.
Those winger loons from '93
Now all have shows on FOX TV
Where those bloggers and pundits now all join in
Anath'matizin' "left wing spin."
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
My liberal guilt's gone 'way.
The Bible says that Adam 'knew' Eve
And thereupon, she did conceive
So "conceive" why instead of counting-to- twelves
Now I tell them to go know themselves.
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
My liberal guilt's gone 'way.
