XXIII Haynes Johnson

XXIII    Haynes Johnson



You wrote "Sleepwalking" through the Reagan years.
I have to say, your logic's pretty bad!
He mitigated all our cold war fears.
He was the best prez that we've ever had!

Our situation now is very sad.
If Axelrod likes you, then you must suck!
The re-election likely made you glad.
Now you and we are running out of luck.

Your heroes have us flailing in the muck;
We wish that we had Reagan back on top.
With all the trraitors, liberty is stuck.
We want this hopey-changey thing to stop!

For all your stupid "I love Clinton" talk--
You sleep the long sleep.  We'll go for a walk.

XXII Billie Sol Estes

XXII  Billie Sol Estes



He was a friend of LBJ.  Immune
From prosecutors thwarting all his dreams.
He conned the rich investors with his tune,
And Lyndon learned, from him, of Ponzi schemes.

Ammonia tanks and farming were his themes.
More money meant more ladies for his bed.
But Lyn was saddled with Vietnam memes.
"I come to you with heavy heart," he said.

And so the Great Society was led
In, from the frayed and soggy Marxist book.
Distraction from the war!  Keep people fed!
And leave the founding fathers on the hook.

Now, forty years beyond this Ponzi start.
Obama's stake has pierced our country's heart!

XXI Mary Thom

XXI    Mary Thom



I read your liberal rag today, my dear.
It seems Rush Limbaugh called a whore a whore.
This war on women thing, to me, seems queer;
Ergo, I just don't buy it anymore!

In fact, I think that there's another war;
Divisive hate-speech coming from the left:
Obama and both Clintons and Al Gore
Have left my native homeland quite bereft.

Co-opting feminism was quite deft.
The in-your-face gay movement fanned the flames;
Ensuing was bankrupting moral theft
Ensnaring girls within your sick mind-games.

So don't show me that crappy Sandra Fluke.
Promoting sluthood makes REAL women puke!

XX Al Neuharth

XX    Al Neuharth



For twenty years the USA Today
Has low'red the bar and published tritely trash,
An echo-chamber for the commie way.
Another outlet for the biased hash.

We know you only did it for the cash,
But now you're dead, so was it worth the time?
With no more patriots for you to slash,
A mere accomplice to the commie crime.

It hurts us that you did it on our dime.
You could have chose a much more lofty path
Than 'gurgitating all that socialist chyme
And facing, in the afterlife, God's wrath!

The USA Today is just a rag;
A yellow journal, tossed in plastic bag.

XIX Tamerian Tsarmaev

XIX    Tamerian Tsarmaev



How did it feel as you lay all askew;
A dozen fibbie bullets in your gut,
And your dear brother driving over you,
Leaving you to die; some sort of nut?

You charged the cops, fool!  Did you hope to strut
Right past the Feds and flip it in their face?
You might have got some slack had you not put
A satchel bomb at Boston's sacred race!

You hoped to disappear without a trace;
The execution of the cop--no help!
And now you've found that quiet eternal place;
A just desert for such a lawless whelp!

You would have done far better taking meds
Than throwing IED'S at all the Feds.

XVIII Hamid al-Radmi

XVIII  Hamid al-Radmi



We've got a president who's on your side.
He'd like you to succeed.  To tear us down.
So why was it so hard for you to hide?
A simple missile from a drone!  You clown!

You were not an al Quaeda of renown,
So why this presidential killing spree?
Your death may have been just a dressing gown!
Is it to polish Barry's legacy?

It's true you didn't have much time to flee.
Four hundred milliseconds is not long.
Four of your comrades died with you, you see.
I'm sure they loved the chance to tag along.

Opposing liberty, with death you flirt.
Another brainwashed Muslim bites the dirt.

XVII Roger Ebert

XVII    Roger Ebert

Hey Roger!  What implored you 'ere to think
That movie stars could give us good advice?
Their whorish lives are always near the brink.
When faced with choices, they just roll the dice.

Their views and politics are not so nice
When platitudes of hate, they rant and yell;
Promoting failing leaders once--then twice,
Habituated to corruption's smell.

You wanted Michael Moore to "give them hell."
He's at the hors d'ouerves table, don't you see?
Is that his face or rectum?  Who could tell?
He's working on his second pound of brie!

Your annual citations of the best
Did not even include the Cuckoo's Nest!