Monday, September 22, 2008

Unanswerably Explicit

The emails come too fast to track
Evidence piles up against my back
Most of the stuff I cannot read
My basic vocabulary it does exceed

Unanswerably explicit words of facts
What must I do to thwart the attacks
I’ll follow what the messiah commands
Run, liberal , run and wring my hands

On Election Day

What shall I say of the Chosen One
His oratory skills are everywhere known
Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation
Headed to his long overdue throne
He bares his soul to the admiring crowd
As he strains to see the election day polls
I watch him sit down with his eyes so proud
When shall we celebrate what everyone knows

All incoming polls he sees in a quick glance
His eyes sweep back and forth as in disbelief
How can this be? He never had a chance
The Chosen One screamed looking for relief
McCain did not just win but in a landslide
From California to Maine the votes are all in
It’s McCain by a bunch this can’t be denied
The Chosen One is toast, enough said - the end

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A Deeply Seated Emotion

The hate, at first weak and diffuse
Throbs deeply each and every morn
Striving to come out, needs an excuse
A deeply seated emotion closely worn
Creeping into the hallways of the heart
Can’t separate it, can’t keep it apart

The liberals all live with this emotional threat
Hatred toward themselves and their great land
Finding the excuse without a single regret
They all attack in unison as if by command
She lives the American myth, we can’t abide
We must stop the rising evil Palin tide

Row upon row the liberals send out their hacks
Find us something to stop this rising brilliant star
Change the truth and, if you must, all the facts
Attack her, attack her! find something that will scar
Our Chosen One has slipped in the recent polls
We must, we must if we are to reach our evil goals

Although they tried to find the scandals new
Ms. Palin walked along the path that made her right
Not a single scandal could be found that was true
The hate in each expanded as did their fright
America is ugly and evil not as Sarah stated
She lives in a myth and should not even be rated

Next January all the liberals will be bawlin’
It’s President McCain and VP Sarah Palin

At The Liar’s Gate

Walking by the liar’s gate
You talk, sending forth another lie
Spewing it out filled with hate
Telling me the truth you won’t reply
I knew before, I felt the chill
An icy coldness as a stone
Assuring me with your liar’s skill
We’re now in the stone cold silence zone
You pass the hate-filled lie to me
I prove deceit, truth in it finds no room
It brings to mind your silly reality
Fiery hate in full bloom
Frolicking on the slippery slide
As you tumble, withering at the liar’s gate
You cry in vain and tell me how I lied
That you, in your list of lies, do not hate
With words that I've seen coming
It's over ~ there'll be no words from you
Your fists clench, the hate explodes in your plumbing
The stone cold silence means what I say is true

Fleeting Glimpses

As his polls dropped quickly and hit the ground
A cold shiver ran down his spine
Bound to the lies by the liberal curse
The Chosen One did not feel so divine

His mind breaks down and he loses control
Each moment, each thought trying to save
The fleeting glimpse of his victorious dream
Of the power he and his masters so crave

The shadows of Sarah now haunt his thoughts
Like a temptress materialized
Beauty unleashed to stop his lust
As her presence keeps him hypnotized

His speaking gaffes increased ten-fold
As her magic held him spellbound
Fright's burning heat showed in his hate
As she won round after round

His dark skin glistened still dripping sweat
From the hate boiling up in his gut
This lovely mother's winning the fight
As he yelled and yelled  “ You slut!”

But Sarah kept smiling as she always does
Gleaming love from her very soul
Speaking words of truth and factuality
Forcing the liberals to lose control

Their hate-filled rants could be heard all day
Bubbling up from their fright-filled pain
Their bodies wreathed and shook in despair
As their mouths and lips went insane

Spitting and cussing, red-faced with hate
They consumed their kool-aid drink
Their words of hate clawed at Sarah’s face
In hopes that her career they’d sink

Frantically thrusting lies upon lies
Hatred taken to another plain
Smears and lies in search of a way
To destroy this mother’s campaign

As each day ends and the darkness falls
Americans see who the Chosen One is
A Chicago thug borne of hate and greed
As all the hate-filled attacks were his

What Can A Liberal Do

What can a liberal do
But lie, then lie . . and run
Away from that which is true
Covering the lies he’s done
With a rationalization
As if the devil’s creation

So you are on the run again
Away from that which is true
Leaving behind a realization
That lying is what you do
Liberals and lies entwined
The perfect bond defined

Running is not escaping
Cowards run, heroes escape
As both the future’s shaping
For you by a liberal ape
For a hero by his own will
Only one represents the real

So you once again go silent
Like a stone as cold as ice
Assisting in your descent
As again you pay the price
Of liberalism - hate and lies
Ahh, but this comes as no surprise

In A Liberal Tree

A monkey sat in a liberal tree
Thinking of things as they ought to be.
Said he to his followers: “Look at me
I am the Chosen One, can’t you see?”

“I’ll lead you to the promised land
Just vote for me and join my band.
We’ll go together so I can command
A bunch of Marxists, won’t that be grand!”

This monkey he talked a really great game
With a voice so clear he gained some fame.
He preached hate lies and gave the blame
On that evil Bush he did proclaim.

As time passed by and with the lies he spread,
The faithful grew, eating it up like buttered bread.
The monkey was arrogant as he moved ahead.
The followers listened carefully to all he said.

For the monkey in the liberal tree,
Things were going just marvelously.
The media repeated his lies for free,
So he said he could win, a guarantee.

But then from the north a mother came,
Speaking the truth about his game.
He’s only a monkey, dumb and lame,
Spreading great lies, an awful shame.

A monkey sat in a liberal tree
Thinking of things as they ought to be
If you look closely, you will see
Just another liberal like Pelosi

The Liars’ Chair

In lying words you know your place,
for the sake of the liars’ chair.
Upon your knees you often face,
the lies that fill the air.

How did you feel to hear the lie,
About Sarah’s baby Trig?
Did you not care, did you not cry?
Or was it you who danced the jig?

As the truth arrived from way up north,
Did your stomach churn and ache?
As you watched her walk back and forth,
Did you think it was just fake?

As the words came out of your monkey clown
Did you think he couldn’t be outdone?
A Republican from a podunk town,
Is no threat to the Chosen One.

Now here we are in early fall,
And your monkey’s lost his shine.
Does fear now lurk in your abdominal wall
As your monkey falls far behind?

He’ll lose come that November day,
When Americans turn out to vote.
For monkeys from Chicago way
All suffer from the liars’ bloat.

The Nice Silk Suit

The fear creeps in to those who lied
As the Chosen One seeks his throne
The shaking cries of those who tried
To dig trash in Sarah’s Alaska home

A thousand times they tried to find
Something to stop her run
Lying writers - hounds of hell refined
There work for scandals fun

The Chosen One now full of doubt
Continues on with his throne pursuit
A pig’s a pig he yells real loud
A monkey in a nice silk suit

Glistening Steel

His lies sailed
from his evil schemes
from things already failed
but still he dreams, still he dreams

His hate-filled heart
as cold as glistening steel
refused to see the truth depart
continue to conceal, continue to conceal

He never saw her
from the north state coming
with a smile and great demeanor
excitement humming, excitement humming


He held his tears
in hopes of finding wrong
but louder and louder grew the cheers
where is my great throng, where is my great throng


As polls began to sink
like the sun in the eastern sky
find evil smears and spread around a stink
brand her with an evil lie, brand her with an evil lie

Memories bring us back
To the year of the Obama run
the more he lied the quicker he lost the attack
Sarah Palin has just begun, Sarah Palin has just begun

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A Dense Dull Dude

Little Dhimmi was a dense dull dude
Who’ d ignore the truthful descriptions
Of his liberal concepts rude and crude
To maintain his evil political convictions

He’d clench his jaws and squint his eyes
For hours and hours and maybe more
Then follow that with more liberal lies
Of hate-filled liberal smears galore
  
He yelled, screamed and beat his chest
Screeching loudly at those he opposed
In angry words the truth he did protest
Till in the end his sorry soul exposed

He yelled out loud his ignorance gained
From reading only liberal things
This lack of knowledge unconstrained
Do liberal hate and sorrow bring

He kicked his feet high in the air
And spewed his hate across the land
When John chose Sarah he did declare
His hate-filled feelings to expand

He never liked the American way
Of family values and those who serve
Thus he fumed and cursed the very day
of Sarah’s choice, what evil nerve

So what will happen on election day
For the liberal hate-filled lying scum
Who spent their days in such foul play
As John gets the White House plum

If happy endings could be bought
I’d buy one for this evil bunch
A happy ending for this plot?
Deport or execute all by lunch

say bye bye

crisp lib fear
as they smear
Sarah’s speaks
new techniques

increasing hate
this debate
hot lib air
in despair

send a lie
let it fly
hope it sticks
just for kicks

days to go
OB’s woe
dead meat out
no more clout

race card play
will not sway
waste of time
still a crime

new day’s here
live in fear
OB’s dreams
just dumb schemes

libs will cry
say bye bye
Sarah’s in
as we win

A Bit Flabbergasted

“No way!” he gasped and fell to his knees
As he gasped at the news and what he’d heard.
It came like a bolt from out of the blue
Delivered on Friday in one loud word

He never saw it coming
You could see it in his eyes.
When Sarah’s name was mentioned
It had taken him by surprise.

His eyes bugged out, his voice went flat
His jaw dropped to the floor.
He had that look of a man
Who was not happy anymore

Obama looked aghast,
Astonished and astounded,
Stupefied, amazed,
Bedazzled and dumbfounded.

To say that he was thunderstruck,
Does not give the right impression.
Obama showed fear with tears in his eyes.
Thunderstruck with fear is the right expression.

We are talking big time thunderstruck,
As well as struck by lightning.
The look of shock that filled his face
Was absolutely frightening.

What knocked his socks off, bowled him over?
Her first name’s Sarah for a little clue.
Can you imagine how he felt
Now that he was in such a stew?

But there he stood for a long, long while
Seeing his dream of a Socialist America blasted
And destroyed by a redneck from Alaska.
Yes, I’d say he was a bit flabbergasted!

My Unspoken Thoughts

When Obama lies like he always will,
My unspoken thoughts turn to you.
No other words but lies come still
From Little Dhimmi hating what’s true.

My unspoken thoughts find their perfect place,
Disrespecting your hate-filled words so light.
I guarantee my thoughts don't disgrace
The truth that I live for as its always right.

My guess is now you’re way up north,
Looking for trash to show your hate
To smear Ms. Sarah for all you’re worth,
Hoping Obama will win the debate.

The trash and rumors you liberals have made,
Helped Sarah become the most famous by far.
Obama is toast so he’s very afraid,
He’s calling her names so very bizarre.

As time goes by and we begin to vote,
Will you watch him cry as he loses the race?
You liberals will lose, this is not remote,
The Chosen One’s a phony, a big disgrace.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Challenge

I challenge you now to provide proof once more
You run away but yours lies still are on floor 
Animosity and lies converted to a stream 
Leaving your mouth in a dirty scream 

Your mouth does lie, no truth to spill 
Your lies and smears are making me ill 
Eyes fluttering in hate, waiting for the lies to spread 
Souls broken by lies even as the lies fall dead

“Republican leaning official” of the RNC did balk
For John simply can’t talk
Hell has a special place for those who tell lies
About someone they so vehemently despise

I challenge you now to provide proof once more
Or you can run away just as before
The surge, the economy, and others you ignore
Ahhh, you must be a political whore

A Podunk Old Man

In a small town lives a grumpy old man
A liar who grumbles and gripes
A low-life scum of the liberal clan
Against the truth he lies and snipes

Of course, it’s no surprise in this town
His neighbors about him are divided
Since he’s old and crotchety most just frown
But for the others he is cussed and chided

Hateful and ugly a hundred times ten
All he sees is failure and evil in this land
Since Bush was elected again
Impeach, impeach he did demand

This was a man who had told many lies
But in his eye he had never been wrong
A ridiculous liberal with dumb in his eyes
Easily conned into singing the Obama song

His hatred for truth and the American way
Could be seen in the emails he sent to his brother
The war is lost and the economy’s gone he’d say
The worst of the worst Bush like no other

Blinded by hate to the surge’s great effect
Denying it again and again for all to hear
Only this idiot repeats the lies on this subject
Everyone else disagrees for truth they do fear

But truth to this clown is what he maintains
Makes no difference the facts that he faces
He is clueless proving he’s without brains
For such a corrupt toad like Obama he embraces

Fun And Games

Fun and games coming soon
Lie-filled rhetoric for everyone
Slanders from the liberal baboon
Looking for lies and not in fun

Lying faces, blinking eyes
Sense of hate, desperate sighs
Talk of Katrina and its lies
Teleprompters no surprise

Spend your day to rationalize
Obama’s a joke get ready to cry
Practice hard for his demise
Trust your heart, never ask why

The issues don’t address
Your lies never confess
Seek the truth from your plight
Fill your dark with the light


Fun and games coming soon
Lie-filled rhetoric for everyone
Slanders from the liberal baboon
Looking for lies and not in fun

Lying faces, blinking eyes
Sense of hate, desperate sighs
Talk of Katrina and its lies
Teleprompters no surprise

Spend your day to rationalize
Obama’s a joke get ready to cry
Practice hard for his demise
Trust your heart, never ask why

The issues don’t address
Your lies never confess
Seek the truth from your plight
Fill your dark with the light

Evil, Cynical, Ugly Speech

Words of hate drip from your lips
Your eyes flash with hateful fire
You feel this hate rise as Sarah rips
With truth the ideas you admire

Your hate dictates your every move
Evil, cynical, ugly speech
Repeating what you can’t prove
Each word a lie by what you preach

Your self-proclaimed tolerances disappear
And in their place comes nothing but hate
As an evil rhythm chills your soul in fear
This is the dying dance of a liberal retrobate

And when this dance ends
You praise God for the hurricane
Bearing down on New Orleans
In hopes to spread Katrina lies again

You know inside your lies are that
Yet you spread them without care
Your tolerance for others just fell flat
As you spew your harsh smears in despair

Evil, Cynical, Ugly Speech

Words of hate drip from your lips
Your eyes flash with hateful fire
You feel this hate rise as Sarah rips
With truth the ideas you admire

Your hate dictates your every move
Evil, cynical, ugly speech
Repeating what you can’t prove
Each word a lie by what you preach

Your self-proclaimed tolerances disappear
And in their place comes nothing but hate
As an evil rhythm chills your soul in fear
This is the dying dance of a liberal retrobate

And when this dance ends
You praise God for the hurricane
Bearing down on New Orleans
In hopes to spread Katrina lies again

You know inside your lies are that
Yet you spread them without care
Your tolerance for others just fell flat
As you spew your harsh smears in despair