T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house
All the Democrats were stirring, especially the louse.
The bill was written and printed with flair,
soon in America there will be free health-care.

The votes have been courted, and Reid was done,
bribing to pass this bill for the Anointed One.
A hundred million here, and a few billion there,
when it's not their money, they don't really care.

Landrieu got her cash, and Nelson got his,
Selling principles and votes, its all in the biz.
When in the majority, constituents don't matter,
it's the party that will make their wallet grow fatter.

Checking the vote tally caused quite a stir,
Health-care fail? It may occur.
Reid got busy, Pelosi got on the phone,
one rogue Democrat, and health-care is blown.

Reid called Durbin to whip up the vote,
just a few more Senators, and it'll be all she wrote.
"Whip them into shape", is what said Reid,
"We cannot ever let our power cede."

Call Baucus, Boxer, Leahy, and Specter,
Call Lincoln, Dorgan, Franken, and Tester.
Make them all a deal they cannot refuse,
if health-care doesn't pass, we're all going to lose.

So Durbin went out and got very busy,
we need our supporters to get in a tizzy.
Get the media to parrot this, every woman and man,
we don't want the Republicans to derail this plan.

Though the votes have been bought,
constituents may make the plan naught.
You see, what wasn't in the Democrats view,
was a small little channel called Fox News.

They told the truth, unbiased and fair,
exposing dark deals, it gave Democrats a scare.
People said my senator is one that can be trusted,
but Fox News revealed they're the ones busted.

But it doesn't matter what anyone thinks,
win the vote and Reid will buy the drinks.
Toasts all around to changing this great nation,
towards socialism it'll go, right to the foundation.

And Reid will stand, with Pelosi and The One,
just one stroke of the pen and all will be done.

Comrade Pewkov,

My poem does not come up to your glorious work. It doesn't even rhyme, however, in my corner of the gulag, that is a luxury.

Twas the night before Fistivus, the last Senator bought,
Ben Nelson from Nebraska, said: you now have my vote,
He pranced and he danced,
No, he hooked and he crooked,
Now Mutual of Omaha and Blue Cross are off the hook.
Free Medicaid forever, and ever and ever.
No matter Nebraskans are richer than most,
When a working girl bargains for all that she's worth.

Comrade Leninka,

You summed up my prose very succinctly. There are many different types of verse, and it doesn't matter if it rhymes or not.

Keep up the good work.

How about haiku?

Beginning with five,
seven syllable middle,
and five to end it.

---

Nelson sold his soul
for universal healthcare
everyone will pay.

Yes, this is an excellent piece of haiku. One must be very calm to write haiku, very calm.

Can I just have a vat of cyanide powdered beets for Winter Sociailistice instead?

Comrade RR,

That bad? Come on. Join in the Fistivus.

Now that's some burnt ass chicken! Couldn't you at least of basted that mug? I mean damn! If we finna have chicken, let's have some juicy ass chicken!

If ya gonna get Badumpa Adump
Ya ganna get Fadumpa Dump
Ya gonna mess wid me see
I'll swing it in behind yo knees....

Now that's some ghetto fistivus!

Wat up MOLeninka?

Beautiful poem Comrade Pewkov! Sorry folks, I'm so choked what you wrote. The poem so beautiful and THE HISTORIC 1:00 am VOTE!

It's all good. I've had a good run. Been on Medicare for 8 years now. Made it to 60 a few months ago. "It's been a great ride"; I remember Bill Clinton saying that when he boarded the jet for the last time when he left office.

Anyway, have a very Merry Christmas Brothers and Sisters.

Your Humble Spiritual Advisor,
Dead Man Walking
(formerly Grigori E.R.)

Yes, indeed! Our leaders are pushing our socialized medicine fast to give us a great Winter Solstice/Christmas gift. I cannot wait! Victory for us. Now we must harmonize with the House.

As Comrade Grigori pointed...

The vote came shortly after 1 a.m. with the nation's capital blanketed in snow, the unusual timing made necessary in order to get to a final vote by Christmas Eve presuming Republicans stretch out the debate as much as the rules allow. Despite the late hour and a harshly partisan atmosphere, Democrats' spirits were high.

Source

I believe our fellow Comrade Harkin created a clever slogan when it comes to voting:

"Vote your hopes, not your fears. Seize the moment," Harkin urged colleagues.

Red Rooster wrote:Can I just have a vat of cyanide powdered beets for Winter Sociailistice instead?

Comrade Rooster, won't you share this family favorite of yours recipe in the thread I started on Socialist Solstice Holiday memories?

Hat's off (if you have 'em) to our resident bards Pewkov and Leninka. That Fistivus chicken looks like I feel over the Senate vote...burnt with pine tree rammed up my ass.

And I heard Obama exclaim as debt zoomed out of sight
"Amerikka sucks" and "Socialism is right!"


Leninka, now that your avatar has shed the beard and mustache, it reminds me of our glorious first lady. Very fetching.

Why thank you Comrade Opiate,

I am flattered to be compared to the first lady, and we all know she's no "junkyard dog."

Thanks Comrades.

On a completely related note, when the Great Bill known as Social Security started, did it also have an historic vote at 1:00am?

Or did those who voted for Social Security wimp out and hold it when they were awake to read the bill?

Just in:
[highlight=#0070c0]Sunrise [/highlight] vote (7:00 am) nudges healthcare bill forward. Just two more to go!
Blessed be the Senate Commissariate.

I've been wondering Comrades.............. why the seeming aversion to Sun light? The House of Representatives Organizers passage in the middle of the night? The Commissariate at 1:00 am Monday and Sunrise 7:00 am Tuesday morning? Any ideas Comrades?

Sunrise in D.C. is quite lovely. It's really a must see.

Grigori E.R. wrote:Just in:
[HIGHLIGHT=#0070c0]Sunrise [/HIGHLIGHT] vote (7:00 am) nudges health care bill forward. Just two more to go!
Blessed be the Senate Commissariate.

I've been wondering Comrades.............. why the seeming aversion to Sun light? The House of Representatives Organizers passage in the middle of the night? The Commissariate at 1:00 am Monday and Sunrise 7:00 am Tuesday morning? Any ideas Comrades?

Sunrise in D.C. is quite lovely. It's really a must see.

If they could, they'd hold this vote with the lights out and using aliases:

Clerk: Senator Nelson, Aye or Nay?
Sellout Ben: Shhh! I told you to call me Everett Dirksen, dammit!


Of course, they can't 'cause turning the lights out risks having the drunk ones fall and break their stupid necks and a great many of them are so incoherent, they won't be able to remember their phoney names:

Clerk: Senator Chavez, Aye or Nay?
"Senator" Boxer: Diane, I forget, am I Chavez or are you?
Feinstein: Must be you. I'm Senator Joan of Arc. No, wait, that's who I was for Cap n' Trade....


Then there will be the idiots who can't grasp the concept:

Clerk: Senator Franken, Aye or Nay?
Schumer: Who's Senator Franken?
Stuart Smalley: I am.


Too bad His Holeyness Obama is not still in the senate (for more reasons than one):
Clerk: Senator Obama, Aye or Nay?
Obama: Present!

Comrades Pewkov and Leninka, most Glorious poems!

You have inspired me to make my own most feeble attempt at poetry.

A poet I am not
as I sit here & weep
while my nose drips w/snot
watching socialism's creep

I want to wail
as I tear out my hair
hoping this nightmare will fail
and remove my despair

With much gnashing of teeth
and yelling "yo mama"
I'm holding my breath
as we enter the age of obama

Now here I am, bald,
toothless and blue
my number has been called
they're saying to the gulag for you!

Comrade Nika wrote: A poet I am not
as I sit here & weep
while my nose drips w/snot
watching socialism's creep

I want to wail
as I tear out my hair
hoping this nightmare will fail
and remove my despair

With much gnashing of teeth
and yelling "yo mama"
I'm holding my breath
as we enter the age of obama

Now here I am, bald,
toothless and blue
my number has been called
they're saying to the gulag for you!

Most excellent poem, Comrade Nika.

Yes, most excellent poem. As for tearing your hair out, I suggest you get yourself a special Winter Solstice season Jiffi-Lobo, and root out those pesky brain cells that enable you to think logically. It will help you tremendously. Oh, and don't forget our favorite opiate--vodka. Make sure you drink some first thing in the morning. It's how our Soviet comrades got through each day. Works wonders.

Comrade Pewkov, thank you for the kind words.

Comrade Leninka, thank you also. Thank you also for the most excellent advice. I will proceed to Jiffi-Lobo immediately, with a quick stop for more, much more, vodka.
I should have thought of this myself, but I have been so pissed off ecstatic that I'm not thinking straight. I know, I know, no thinking allowed, off to Jiffi-Lobo I go.