This is in anticipation of our Many-Titted Empress running for General Secretary in 2016! (I think Father Prog Theocritus would approve.)


Spaded tail and Satan's horns.
I've been this way since I was born.
Vote for me and you've been warned,
More hell is on the way.

But now my ego blocks the sun.
I'm fit to rule o'er everyone.
Socialism's will be done,
If I can get my way.

I've looked at me from Both Sides Now.
From bitch and moan and broken vows.
From press illusions all you'll see,
Is just the lie I'm not, petty.

Moon in June lights up the course,
Illegals use on their way north.
Abortion's killed our future force.
I've looked at votes that way.

Campaign '16 will be a show.
Lib elites laugh at LoFos.
Of course we care! (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink!)
We'll get votes anyway.

I've looked at votes from Both Sides Now.
The dead and fraud and Dem mau-mau.
It's vote deceit that makes us grin.
Without it there's no way, we'll win.

Tears and fears sold to the crowds.
We say, "They're racist!" right out loud.
As democrats we're not too proud;
Our taxes make you bleed.

Now Bill has started acting strange.
And Chelsea's face; it sure has changed.
But I'm the same; I'm still deranged.
The savior that you need.

My mouth it speaks from Both Sides Now.
From tax and spend, and sacred cows.
It's rhetoric of Bill, I'll feign.
I really just don't feel, your pain.

Most Equal Comrade

Thank you, Comrade. I believe I was channeling Father Prog Theocritus. Either that or it was indigestion from the under-cooked cabbage I had for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner.

I thought I smelled inspiration I the air....

And speaking of things flying through the air, Comrades*




Aah, look at all the nutball Clintons
Aah, look at all the nutball Clintons

Hillary Clinton
Picks up on a vice in a room where an intern has been
Plots her revenge
Stands in the hallway, wielding a vase that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

Oh, those nutball Clintons; Where do they all come from?
Oh, those nutball Clintons; Where do they all belong?

President Willie
Writing the words of a denial nobody will heed
There's just no need
Look at him sweating
Applying the ice to his eye as he gets her death stare
Why did he dare?

Oh those nutball Clintons; Where do they all come from?
Oh those nutball Clintons; Where do they all belong?

Aah, look at all the nutball Clintons
Aah, look at all the nutball Clintons

Hillary Clinton
Tried to be Pres but was buried along with her swain
By guy named Hussein
President Willie
Wiping the dirt that was slung by the Daley machine
End of a dream

Oh, those nutball Clintons; Where do they all come from?
Oh, those nutball Clintons; Where DO they all belong?


*(Of course, you are "catching" joke of "things in air" as meaning orgasmic, hooliganistic release of president's semen in face of People's Fellatrix, Monica Lewinsky. Is best joke, da?)