Not an allusion to the 1950's, but rather an adaptation to the famous Grinch poem by Dr. Seuss. Replace the Whos with Blues, and the Grinch with Reds, and fashion a tale with the theme of the differences in approach to life and democratic governance. But make it funny too (though doubtful the Republicans will appreciate the humor).
This poem is also printed as an Op-Ed in the Seminole Chronicle, so if you give a jump over there, it'll boost their online readership numbers and perhaps give a boost to the Seminole County Democrats! The poem begins below the fold...
How the Reds Stole Christmas
Every Blue down in Blue-ville loved Christmas a lot,
But the Reds in their mansions on the hilltops did not.
It could be that they felt whatever the Blues liked,
They had to oppose, be it wrong or even right.
They hated the Blues, or maybe fear ruled their way
For Blues were a rainbow, both straight and gay,
Of all colors and genders, whose jobs in their reaching,
Formed unions of service, construction, and teaching,
Blues were okay with complexity and nuance,
They respected science and its inconvenient truths.
But what the Reds hated most, and the Blues cared deeply for,
Were those who, like Christ, were both born and lived poor.
The rich, the Reds thought, were upright and virtuous,
Cherished order and authority, just like us!
And since money equals productivity, so the narrative went,
The value to society measured every dollar and cent,
It stands to reason the poor must be lazy,
Despite their three jobs - the Blues must be crazy!
The Reds thought, we must stop this thing now,
We must stop Christmas from coming, but how?
Then they got an idea, an awful idea,
They got a wonderful awful idea!
We'll have our friends up there in the Court,
Declare us the rulers, by discipline's sort,
And we'll spend down their surplus, give it away,
Cut taxes on estates and capital - that way
Both transfers wealth upward and starves the beast
Of money for health and welfare at least.
And we'll ignore warnings of attack and hurricane,
But in their aftermath, we'll loudly refrain
That people should fear, everyone be so scared,
Especially since our cronies couldn't help you if they cared.
We'll binge no-bid contracts, let Wall Street run free
By ignoring the rules, let bankers have a spree,
And then when the Blues see the mess in our wake,
We'll hand them the task, unpopular to make.
As everybody knows that governing's a trick,
And reality gives Lieberman instead of Saint Nick.
It's so much easier to say "no" and throw stones,
And if we stop them enough, we know in our bones
That we can get back our power - it's our only goal,
And the Blues' Christmas stockings will be full of coal!
But then, the Reds heard the Blue-ville bell ringing,
And the Blues all joined hands, and started singing,
"Yes We Can, Oh Yes We Can!
Welcome, welcome Christmas Day!
Our strength comes from the depth we care,
Our wealth comes from that which we share.
For Christmas is within our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp!"
One would think the Reds' hearts would grow three sizes at this,
But alas, how could things grow, that do not exist?
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Happiness and peace to the entire Kos community
--Greg