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Friday, June 6, 2014

Lest we forget how we got to this point...

Remember this?

We chant a rhyme, a blatant lie.
We never ask our teacher why.

mmm mmm mmm, Barack Hussein Obama

We look so cute; our happy song
will make you think that right is wrong.

mmm mmm mmm, Barack Hussein Obama

Our teacher's black and has the right
to shanghai the children to her fight.

mmm mmm mmm, Barack Hussein Obama

When we grow up, what a force we'll be,
proclaiming our disdain for truth and liberty.

mmm mmm mmm, Barack Hussein Obama

One day we'll trade our freedom
for an apartment and a car.
We'll vote for our dear leader
and we know that he'll go far.
Feelings instead of reason,
that's our part to play,
and though it may be treason,
the all-powerful State for which we pray,
we'd do it all again, if this were yesterday.

Yes, mmm mmm mmm, Barack Hussein Obama!

Wasn't that simply adorable? The only thing that I would change, is to give all the kids the same costumes, you know like matching brown shirts or something. Well, if you've succeeded in watching the video past the midway point...I know, I know, you probably never made it that far, but now that your stomach has settled from its recent unfortunate upheaval, perhaps you recognized the melody that those perky kids were singing? That was The Battle Hymn of the Republic! However, did you also notice they gave that cherished song a whole new set of lyrics? Well, in the spirit of maximum all-you-can-eat propaganda, I'm talking about all-day all-the-way cram-it-down-your-throat brainwash-fever, here are some new and even more improved lyrics that your own kids may one day be parroting under the watchful gaze of his or her own enthusiastic teacher indoctrinator:

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of Dear Leader
He is trampling down the vestiges
from which our freedoms teeter
He has loosed the frightful NSA
and lest the truth seem sweeter
His lies are marching on

I have seen him in the t.v. screens
Of a hundred million fools
They have builded him an altar
drinking burr and smoking Kools
I can read his teleprompter
as he's feted like a rockstar
His term is marching on

I have read a fiery op-ed
Writ in envious words of rage
As they crucify his condemners
Obama shall prance upon the stage
He's the Golden Child of Harvard
Crushing business with a "living" wage
Burying us in debt and on and on and on

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Dear Leader is marching on

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