BvR

So tonight, my TV was taken over by two men going back and forth, back and forth, and this great country.

I am at a point where it is a lesser of two evils. Not that they are evil, but one is too far left, and the other is too far right. It is like trying goldilocks trying to find the right porridge.

How about you just give me my SVU. And I will promise to do some sort of voting. Please, and Thank You

Four More Years!

I had a few by-laws of my own when I started this blog. One was to keep politics out of it. Rules are meant to be broken right? I got a great laugh from this poem  I thought it was amazing fun. Especially so because of the writer a WWII veteran Mr. Ralph Maxwell. Enjoy!

Wherefore Art Thou Mitt Romney

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

You flip-flop here, you flip-flop there,

You flip-flop almost ev’rywhere.

You ballyhoo what you’re gonna do

And then you pull a switcheroo;

You now malign what you found fine;

Seems like you’ve got a jellyfish spine.

Obamacare, by you begun,

Now you’d trash it on day one.

Gun control you did extol,

But now you’re preaching decontrol.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

We’ve got no clue what you will do

Or what new view you’ll pander to.

Time was you championed women’s choice,

But you no longer heed their voice;

On gay rights, too, guess you withdrew

Support they once enjoyed from you.

Global warming, EPA,

Immigration, minimum pay,

Roe V. Wade, also fair trade,

All joined your flip-flop cavalcade.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

So many things that you were for

You’ve turned against and slammed the door.

Stimulus and cap and trade,

Education, foreign aid,

Campaign reform, tarp rescues, too,

All victims of your switcheroo.

You take your stand on shifting sand,

We never know where you will land;

You vacillate, you fabricate,

A wishy-washy candidate.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou Mitt Romney?

As gov’nor you let taxes rise,

Now ev’ry tax you demonize.

You say regardless of the facts

You’d take an axe to the millionaire’s tax;

You’d feed the greed of the richest few

The poor and middle class you’d screw.

Your tax returns you hide from view

What evil lurks there we’ve no clue;

If they’re not bad why hesitate?

Is it that they incriminate?

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou Mitt Romney?

At Bain you plundered with a flair

And walked away a zillionaire.

You shipped off-shore, good jobs galore

To China, India, Singapore;

A job creator you are not.

And to boast you are is tommyrot.

As a total fraud, Mitt’s got no peer;

What we must do is crystal clear:

Let’s give Obama four more years!

Yes, it’s Obama – four more years!

FOUR MORE YEARS!

FOUR MORE YEARS!

FOUR MORE YEARS!