Hey You Whitehouse

Ha, Ha, charade you are. I know that Pink Floyd was not thinking about our current governmental slit trench mentality when they wrote those words for their album Animals. We had just come off of the Watergate, Richard Nixon days and any foreigner would look at our executive branch and think it was corrupt and inept. What Richard Nixon did pales in comparison to what Obama and his communist cronies have foisted on the American people. We were surprised that our politicians could act in a criminal manner. We are shocked that our President could ignore the Constitution and pass a bill that violates its basic tenants.

We now have every American being forced to purchase a commodity. There are stiff penalties for not purchasing the product and they are using the IRS which is akin to the Nazi Gestapo or the Soviet KGB in American's view. Yes, we are now forced to purchase health care. And just like the legal system, if you cannot afford it, it will be provided for you courtesy of the tax payers. Yes, those who work are once again paying for those who won't. But since this is socialism who cares. "Obama gonna make my house payment for me."

Sorry I had to leave for a moment but the bout of vomiting has passed. There is concern that since we have lost round one in the New Deal of the 21st century, we will become soft and ignore the illegality that is covering our every move. If Obama holds true to form, he will push his communist agenda even more and it will look like the mob chasing the Frankenstein monster when November finally hits. Any member of Congress that has even imagined collaboration with our illustrious Comrade in charge will be looking for a Washington a lobbyist job. That will be the only connection they will have to their former seats of power. Bye bye to bad trash.

Here is Pigs (three different ones)

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

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Cobb