'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Impeachment, Indictment and Prosecution soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of White House kids and puppies danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long cold winter's nap,
We haven’t been foreclosed but they turned out the light and shut off the gas,
The Kerosene heaters and candles don’t do much and firewood won’t last.
When out on the lawn there arose such noise a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what the hell was the matter.
Away to the window with rifle in hand I flew like a flash,
Jacked in a cartridges, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a protesting mob, not carolers, thousands strong showing no fear,
With a burly cops, FBI and Secret Service moving into position mighty quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Bush-Co up to their same old trick.
More rapid than eagles those coursers , both sides, they came,
They whistled, and shouted, and called each other vile and ugly names;
"Now, Pig,! Now Lunatic,! Now, Fascist Killers and Swill!
On, Patriots! On Impeachers! On, Resisters , we have the will!
To the top of the porch! Scale the top of the wall!
Through the Blue Line, Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with the obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house, brawling all the way the protestors they flew,
With the trucks full of Code Pinkers signs and banners too.
They shouted: “we’ve come to free all of you!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof top
The clank of rifle bolts and yelling; stop right there Cop!
As I drew in my hand, tightened my trigger finger and was turning around,
Down the chimney came an Iraq Vet came with a bound.
He was dressed all in camouflage, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! As he said we’ll show them merry!
Cold as hell frozen over, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His grim tightened mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard stubble of his chin was as white as the snow;
Along with a cigarette. The pin of a grenade he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke in the moonlight encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and no lazy Fascist Fat round belly,
His hand shook and pointed, when he said they’ll quiver like a bowlful of jelly.
The leader he was, tough, determined, hard, a right confident self,
Revolution I thought, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the weapons; then turned with a jerk,
And laying that flip off finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the stair case he rose;
He sprang to a window, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
They rushed the Blue line leaving their asses scattered in the snow,
Surrounded outnumbered disarmed with nowhere to go.
But I heard him exclaim from up stairs, as his bull horn shattered the night.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night. Give em hell we’ve just begun to fight!"
WOW! That Was A Vivid Dream!
When It Comes To The Cinema There Are A Number Of Good Films With Serious Social And Historical Content All Rushing For The Oscar Finish Line And We Will See Them All, But I Have To Recommend That We All Take A Little Break From The Existential Desperation Of Our Times….So….
Take A Break From Desperation And Go With…
And Check This Out For A Couple Of Xmas Gifts.
I’m Serious!!!
NOTE:
I will be taking a bit of a break from posting and turning my attention to the modification of this site and the Template that governs it with the goal of making it more fluid and eliminating the viewing problems that have been brought to my attention. The goal is a full screen totally centered viewing regardless of the viewers computer screen size or px resolution setting. In the end this site will be a 1024 (x) 768 setup but viewable with integrity at lesser settings. That task will now be a temporary priority. Please bear with me. (Ed.)
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