Tea Party

The Daily Mail Online reports 2 million people marched on Washington DC on Saturday, September 12th, to protest President Obama’s radical left wing health care plan, and even if the number were only half that it would still be the largest tea party ever assembled. Tea Parties are an honest expression of the feelings of real people, working people, people with families who have seen the cynical way in which the Political Class disdains everything they stand for, how the Political Class thinks paying taxes are for the little people. The Tea Party people see trillions and trillions in debt stretching far into the future, they see a President who surrounds himself with haters like Bill Ayers, Van Jones and The Reverend Wright, a president who seems intent on turning the country into a socialist paradise that no one voted for, a government of radical left wing czars led by a radical left wing President. The question is, how long before the Tea Parties turn into a legitimate tax revolt? How long before the Tea Parties turn into a legitimate third political party? We already have the name: the Tea Party. And if a viable third party emerges, who will control it? “A Tea Party!” Alice cried.  “How lovely!” We know who the mad haters are, but who’s the mad hatter?

 

 

A trillion here, a trillion there

A lot, but then who’s counting

But there are those of us who care

With indignation mounting

A Tea Party is what we need

To show the folks in power

That trillions aren’t chicken feed

And we aint gonna cower

In face of rampant spending debt

With next to come inflation

You run the place and that we get

But you are not the nation

We’re sick of all the phony guys

Who smile and steal our money

Who lie and cheat with quel surprise

Wet lips just dripping honey

The Treasury Sec he pays no tax

But gets confirmed no problem

He says the IRS is lax

But he’ll fix what is hobblin’ ‘em

Committee Chair who writes the rules

A man named Charley Rangle

Says rules are just for silly fools

Ya gotta have an angle

It’s getting so a man who pays

His tax on time while smiling

Must look askance at one who says

It’s not for me, this filing

You take our dough and give it to

Your friends and your supporters

To union guys and not a few

Of bankers and reporters

You plan to break us, but of course,

By turning all to debtors

And then you’ll ride in on your horse

Accompanied by our betters

While you, our president for life

Then paint the White House duller

Because el presidente’s wife

Just doesn’t like the color

Let’s organize, take our land back

The scum there need a jailin’

And vote out every left wing hack

And vote in Sarah Palin