Oh yeah, time for some celebratory pork and southern gospel music celebrating, if for no other reason than that it's hump day. What to rant about....as if I needed a good reason to rant. (Not the usual "Mary-pick-up-the-towels-and-put-them-in-the-wash, NOW!" Darned irksome Middle Child rant)
Here it is:
I am officially tired of the whining and bitching of Perpetually Offended, Outraged People™. Also Known as Muslims.
In fact, I am tired of the barren and rotted soul of Islam, pushy pushy Islam. Time to lighten up and get a catchy tune in my head to drive out all the blecccch of Islam: Here's one written especially for Mohammed. A real tribute. It could have been written for anyone, I suppose, but after learning all the icky things about the Vile Prophet of Allah, well, I need heavy grade sandpaper just to remove the filthy lies that have tainted me for the last 8 years. Enjoy this ditty by Susan Ashton. Tap your toes, if you must, and shake those hips, too. The bacon is a plus.
Crooked Man - Susan Ashton
So cold - touch his heart and there's a chance you could freeze
Steel soul - keep your distance or be ready to bleed
He was good at the bait and hook
He was really good at push and shove
He believed in "whatever it took"
And whatever it took, it was never enough
Well there was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile
Lived a crooked life behind a crooked smile
Goodness, like an arrow, lodges where it can
But it never pierces the heart of a crooked man
Justify - when justice wouldn't pay the toll
Subtle lies - when the truth was better half than whole
Driven by an insatiable lust
For power that was just out of reach
Living on an illusion of trust
With a steady dose of control and greed
Some life - nobody came to say good-bye
Slow ride - for the author of his own demise
No one had much good to say
Some were glad that he was finally gone
His legacy was cold and gray
Like the mocking words that were carved in stone
Well there was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile
Lived a crooked life behind a crooked smile
Goodness, like an arrow, lodges where it can
But it never pierces the heart of a crooked man
...There. I feel better,now.
What? You wanted a tossed salad with that?
There. I feel better, now.
