The best civil servant in the Obama Administration has been stabbed in the back. Although I'm not a poet, I'm expressing my feelings over this administration's Saturday Night Massacre in the following free-form poem:
Dude, Where's My Van?
Obama promised, "If they bring a knife to the fight, we'll bring a gun."
With that gun, he shot out the tires of our Van.
What Judas was to Jesus,
What Benedict Arnold was to George Washington,
What Quisling was to freedom,
What Lieberman was to the Democrats and to humanity,
this administration is to our Van.
The best green jobs czar in our history was condemned
for being a Maoist.
He bravely refused to hold the Mao.
He would not tailor his conscience to fit today's political fashion.
Was not the Bush family itself heavily invested in business dealigs with
Maoist Red China?
Did not Nixon and Reagan go to Communist China and kiss the leaders' Red butts?
Republican hypocrisy, I rebuke thee.
Our President has caved in to teabaggers and birthers.
The kind of teabaggers who would push a Texas congressman through a
plate-glass window after a town hall meeting,
requiring doctors to use 25 stitches to repair
his torn shirt.
It could happen.
The kind of birthers who would push a Utah congresswoman down a flight of stairs after a town hall meeting,
after ranting about "Nazi health care."
On Labor Day weekend, our President ironically put a stellar public servant out of work.
He has slashed the tires of our Van, then pushed our Van under the bus, creating havoc and mayhem in the traffic of our national soul.
I don't even know this President anymore. Was it Van Jones who presided over the killing of 80 Afghan civilians this past week?
Barack Iscariot?
Barack Arnold?
Barack Palin?
Our President has handed power to teabaggers and birthers.
Farewell to the public option--farewell to America.