Nao sez AWW kthnxbai

And I'd just like to thank you all again for the love and strength you gave my family and I during a very tough time.

I still have the threads, and every time I look at them, my heart is filled with your warmth and kindness all over again.

I love you all.




Mods, I'm also posting this in the Lounge.

"No one should die because they cannot afford health care, and no one should go broke because they get sick."

It's wonderful.

The girls, crashing at the Shore.

Say Aww Bonus

Republican Tool
(To the tune of American Girl – Tom Petty)

Yeah, he’s a Republican Tool
Crazed by dramatists
He wouldn’t dare question if words
That his radio said
Might be false
But last fall’s election changed his world
Now his greatest fear has come true
And now comes a battle cry
He must shriek
The S.S. Sanity just sprang a leak

OK, I’ll bite
Can you bring the Crazy
Bring it hard all night
He is
A Republican Tool

The socialism he must fight
Fed by an insurance company
Yeah, take as gospel stone cold lies
Off of the EIB, he craves what cannot be reached
Off he goes, sent to foment fear
Based on total absurdities
Acting disdainful and proud to have no class
From his cue cards watch him screech

OK, I’ll bite
Can you bring the Crazy
Bring it hard all night
He is
A Republican Tool

I was in traffic this morning less than a mile from the shop, when I rolled up behind a car that had this on its rer bumper:

"Doing My Part To Piss Off The Religious Right!"

The driver of the car saw me smiling and pointing (no big chore there) and gave me a in her rear view mirror.

At the next red light, I did what had to be done.

I got out of my car and walked up to her window. I was greeted by a "Yes???"

I replied, "Thank you for sharing in my life's work." I offered a fistbump, and got one in return with a smile.

Life is SO good.

That's how it feels, at least to me.

Since I was 13, that low easy voice, that would on the correct occcasion rise in magnificent crecendo to match the moment, is gone. I have been a follower and a part of Phillies baseball since I was 7 years old. And like David Montgomery said today, I have lost my voice.

My Dad's cousin Ross ran the ticket office at Connie Mack Stadium and The Vet until the mid 1980's. He also worked spring training for the Phils and A's dating back to the late 1940's. Tony Taylor and Dick Allen consider him a 2nd father to this day.

And spanning the years from junior high until this afternoon, there was Harry. Honest, cordial and homespun that Rumplestiltslkin would envy, Harry laid out the game with brevity. You need only listen for 2 minutes to know what the Score truly was.

We never met, but I had the priviledge to speak with his longtime broadcast partner, Richie Ashburn, on my 30th birthday at a card show. I mentioned Uncle Ross and Richie glowed. For the few minutes we spoke, Richie was my new Uncle. He made my year that day, perhaps even my decade. Had Harry and I ever met and spoken, I have no doubt that he would have extended me the same wonderful affection and kindness.

Safe in that knowledge I can only say this.

Goodbye Uncle Harry. I love you.

Guess We’ll Hafta Fake It
(To the tune of We’re Not Gonna Take It – The Who)

Welcome to the camp, I wish I knew why you are here.
It’s run by FEMA, and the ice trucks still aren’t here
Now if you’d follow me, down to the Dining Hall
There’s nothing to eat here, nothing to drink
Just two-hundred thousand sporks

The beds where you bunk, they’re sorry
The blankets rust
And as a special feature, we never dust
And the clothes you think are thermal
Disintegrate in frost
You’re gonna hafta scrounge all the soap that you need
That truck is also lost

Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Guess we’ll hafta fake it

(ch.)
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Understaffed and over billed
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
‘Cause he fences still ain’t built
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Understaffed and over billed
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
It’s too late to
Educate you
We’ll just stick you with the bill

You will speak freely, a right you almost killed
Yes we can hear you, our ears ring still
No prisons hold you, save those you yourself create
Thank goodness that Brownie still ain’t in charge
Lest fantasy be fate

Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Guess we’ll hafta fake it

(repeat ch and fade)

Sayonara
To the tune of: Camp Grenada – Alan Sherman

Goodbye Maverick, Goodbye Palin
And the sinking, ship you’re sailing
In the little, time remaining
We’ll see records set for negative campaigning

Socialism, Joe the Plumber
Could this crap get, any dumber
He’s a Muslim, wasn’t born here
You have truly entered stupid’s final frontier

And farewell to, Todd and Cindy
Billo and all, baggage windy
Schmidt and little, bouncing Tucker
Bye bye Hannity and Morris the toe sucker

Frozen over, must be hell when
I agree with Scott McLelland
Head exploding, must be Murdoch
Pissed that nobody asked Phil to pull a Parlock

Please go home, Oh John and Sarah
Please go home, Say Sayonara
We can’t wait until you’re both out of our hair
Please go home,
You’ll hardly hear when we rejoice
At least after we’ve lost our voice
Please please do not stay
We can’t take one more day

Where has George gone, why’s he hiding
It’s his coat tails, that they’re riding
The endorsement, by Dick Cheyney
Told John just what he once said to Patrick Leahy

In between the, moans and wailing
And the rush of, staffers bailing
May there be a, realization
That your losing is the best thing for this nation.

All My Dopey Friends
(To the tune of All My Rowdy Friends – Hank Williams Jr.)

I messed up on the TV, my act has been panned
Fire up the psychos is my back up plan
I got fools that can shriek, I got fools that can scream
I got fools that’ll holler out anything

I’m losin already, let’s ruin this right
Call all my dopey friends out from the lunatic right

If you like to think, you’re in the wrong party
With Sarah and McCain, all decency has departed
Lipstick the pig to the ground, toss my last pair of dice
Call my dopey friends out from the lunatic right

Now my party can’t deliver the goods
Selling big, big lies we can do really good
Got us some talking point machines out on the House floor
And ole Inhuman Hannity got babble galore

It’s a mighty cesspool, cmon wade in
There’s stuff we make up, lil gossip thrown in
We can’t prove anything we say about you
But this is not time to start tellin’ truths

I’m losin already, let’s ruin this right
Call all my dopey friends out from the lunatic right

If you like to think, you’re in the wrong party
Sarah and McCain, dishonesty uncharted
Lipstick the pig to the ground, toss my last pair of dice
Call my dopey friends out from the lunatic right

If you like to think, you’re in the wrong party
Hey this is desperation time, let’s get the smear machine started
Lipstick the pig to the ground, toss my last pair of dice
Call my dopey friends out from the lunatic right


For my friend Bluebear. A DU Treasure.

Brighter Shade Than Palin
(To the tune of Whiter Shade of Pale – Procol Harum)

She speaks the neo lingo
Can carry cross with flair
You can hardly help but be sick
And run outside for air
It’s now becoming harder
For McCain to get away
Can’t recall if he’s for or against
What he said yesterday

It will dawn on him later
The Wasilla Plan has failed
What this fool’s campaign needs mostly
Is a brighter shade than Palin

The situation he’s in
Telling truths just cannot be
Having pandered to the voting herds
With one now must be
But that’s mixing oil and water
Thought with Sarah he could boast
Someone common that can rope in
With a beauty pageant pose

It will dawn on him later
The Wasilla Plan has failed
What this fool’s campaign needs mostly
Is a brighter shade than Palin

Sarah Palin Lies – To the tune of Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Carnes

It’s something to behold, how she must disguise
More than her soul’s been sold, see how Sarah Palin lies
She turns the fundies on, easy fooling them twice
Prepare for knee-deep snow, see how Sarah Palin lies

And she’ll fleece you, oil lease you
She’ll Morality Police you
Pro secession, and regression
Got pork barrel cash obsession
But her affairs we dare not scrutinize
See how Sarah Palin lies

She may not speak in tongues, tho hers is forked just right
Un-Solomon her songs, see how Sarah Palin lies
Three star promotion for you, deny you criticized
Amnesia will do, see how Sarah Palin lies

Her Aleutians and confusions
Constantly seeks retribution
This non-thrilla from Wasilla
The 900 pound gorilla
Dobson blessed you say goodbye
See how Sarah Palin lies

Her religion, nowhere bridgin
Embellish just a smidgeon
Close to Russia, don't past muster
Or I could rule King of Prussia
Dobson blessed you say goodbye
See how Sarah Palin lies

McCain’s Head (To the tune of Machine Head – Bush)

Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating
Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating

Tied to eight years of fallacy and fears
Anbar and the surge was a lie
Lindsey, Joe and thee, bullshit trilogy
Have made it safe for more to die
You would love
Them to be
Dying over there for years and years and years

Look in McCain’s head
Rules are for the rest
Lies imbed
McCain’s head
Straight Talk is not McCain
Straight Talk is not McCain

Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating
Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating

Innocents murdered, where else have I heard this
The slaughter an elective right
There exists no appeal in wounds that never heal
Unless the crime is packaged to delight

But in McCain’s head
Rules are for the rest
Lies imbed
McCain’s head
Straight Talk is not McCain
Straight Talk is not McCain

Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating
Keating whiteout, Keating blackout, Keating

But in McCain’s head
Rules are for the rest
Lies imbed McCain’s head
But in McCain’s head
Rules are for the rest
Lies imbed McCain’s head…. Yes
Yea yea yea, rules are for the rest
head head head head head
rules are for the rest
head head head head head
rules are for the rest
head head head head head

I run from you McCain
I run from you McCain…..

J. Edgar (To the tune of Fernando – ABBA)

For a hundred years J. Edgar
Voyeurisn run amok, you gathered every bit of tid
Was my wire tapped J. Edgar
Were you fondling yourself while you were listening from afar
Think I’ll need another Tums
Because that visual has left a stomach scar

It was simpler then J. Edgar
Every commie, every pinko could be spied upom with ease
Everyone obeyed J. Edgar
For far flung were all the eyes, and not a soul would dare defy
The fear of shame it ruled the day
You’d know at once if your name showed up in a file

You’ve been at it for a century
Harassing me, J. Edgar
Infiltration done by Bozos like
Hi Agent Mike!!! J. Edgar
Every right to privacy abused
Venom invect
Even Purvis wouldn’t work like this
Not this abyss, J. Edgar

In the year 08 J. Edgar
Prudence lost for years, apparent means and ways are not in hand
Endearing as it sounds J. Edgar
Delusions of the frightful, they must never rule the day
With our hearts we criticize
Only a fool expects compliance on demand

You’ve been at it for a century
Harassing me, J. Edgar
Infiltration done by Bozos like
Hi Agent Mike!!! J. Edgar
Every right to privacy abused
Venom invect
Even Purvis wouldn’t work like this
Not this abyss, J. Edgar

(repeat and fade)

Lazy Reader (To the tune of Lady Writer - Dire Straits)

Lazy reader on my TV
Tells me bout the surgin viktree
So mindless what they do
Next creation from the cauldron brew yeah

Lazy reader on my TV
Has found a better policy
Than honesty you lack
Joe Isuzu sur le pipe du craque

Talk away and the lies are painted on your face
Erronius for the base
Just read your lines, and know your place

Lazy reader on my TV
Several split screens show me flashy
Conjecture serves as fact
The flash has faded and the lens refracts

Talk away and the lies are painted on your face
Erronius for the base
Just read your lines, and know your place

You prattle on command
And to truth you offer up a finger
So proud to propagand
Mud for guns you’re still quite the slinger

Talk away and the lies are painted on your face
Erronius for the base
Just read your lines, and know your place

Lazy reader on my TV
You ain’t sellin’ shit to me
I count the seconds to Brain Numb
Suffocate in the cacaphony

Lazy reader on my TV
Blah blah rah rah surgie free
You know what’s left behind is infamy
See the lazy readers what they bury
Gimme terra smooga liberty
No you don’t got nothin to sell to me
Do you lazy writer on my TV