Thursday, October 31, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
The Gone With The Wind of Beagletoons...(three minutes & change)
This seminar was secretly taped at a recent
Repub conference...Let's listen in.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Sometimes the Beatles could just be so mean
I'm looking through you.
What did you do?
You stepped in doo-doo.
It stuck like glue.
The only difference?
You're down 12 points.
I'm looking through you
stinking up the joint.
Your lips are moving.
Who pulled the string?
Your voice reproving
Cruz & everything.
The only difference?
Polls hit new lows.
Folks aren't behind ya's.
We think you blows.
Why, tell me why
did you insist on this?
Hope this will get out all your
vinegar & also piss.
Trying looking at things
a brand new way.
It's called Reality.
Let's start today!
Of course, there's more
folks that you can lose.
Dustbin or History?
You get to choose.
Why, tell me why
did you insist on this?
Next time you get the urge
just stay at home & slit yer wrists.
I'm looking through you.
There's no there there.
You've got one liners.
You've got good hair.
The only difference?
You're in a hole.
I'm looking through you --
Out-Of-Control!
Yeah, oh, baby, Mike Lee,
Yeah, yeah, what about me?
Yeah, me & Mike Lee, yeah...
Mike Lee & me, me & Mike Lee, oh yeah...
What did you do?
You stepped in doo-doo.
It stuck like glue.
The only difference?
You're down 12 points.
I'm looking through you
stinking up the joint.
Your lips are moving.
Who pulled the string?
Your voice reproving
Cruz & everything.
The only difference?
Polls hit new lows.
Folks aren't behind ya's.
We think you blows.
Why, tell me why
did you insist on this?
Hope this will get out all your
vinegar & also piss.
Trying looking at things
a brand new way.
It's called Reality.
Let's start today!
Of course, there's more
folks that you can lose.
Dustbin or History?
You get to choose.
Why, tell me why
did you insist on this?
Next time you get the urge
just stay at home & slit yer wrists.
I'm looking through you.
There's no there there.
You've got one liners.
You've got good hair.
The only difference?
You're in a hole.
I'm looking through you --
Out-Of-Control!
Yeah, oh, baby, Mike Lee,
Yeah, yeah, what about me?
Yeah, me & Mike Lee, yeah...
Mike Lee & me, me & Mike Lee, oh yeah...
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Feeling a little nostalgic for the last big shutdown?
Due to the gov't shutdown...
The beagleterribles regretfully have been required to endure a 15% reduction in content.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Follow the bouncing ball...
Obama's part:
Please, Mister Boehner, can we get real?
I know just how your caucus feels,
So throw 'em some meat, hose the saps down,
Remind the bastards you lost.
Elections have consequences you all say
until the times it goes our way,
then it's "That's just a fluke," "nobody knew."
No, hey, remember, you lost!
Get over it now, Boehner.
You keep raising the stakes,
like -- "Do a triple gainer
into a pool of snakes."
Your thugs say if they can't eat all they want,
then they will burn the restaurant.
Adjust a few meds, crack a few heads,
And let's get on with the show.
Boehner's part:
The past has taught us nothing
We'll drive straight off that cliff
And hope folks won't remember
When the winds of changes shift
It don't really matter what you all do
We'll fight this fight til I turn blue
We'll kick down the sty & spit in your eye,
Deny, defy & I'll even cry
If that's what it's gonna take.
Please, Mister Boehner, can we get real?
I know just how your caucus feels,
So throw 'em some meat, hose the saps down,
Remind the bastards you lost.
Elections have consequences you all say
until the times it goes our way,
then it's "That's just a fluke," "nobody knew."
No, hey, remember, you lost!
Get over it now, Boehner.
You keep raising the stakes,
like -- "Do a triple gainer
into a pool of snakes."
Your thugs say if they can't eat all they want,
then they will burn the restaurant.
Adjust a few meds, crack a few heads,
And let's get on with the show.
Boehner's part:
The past has taught us nothing
We'll drive straight off that cliff
And hope folks won't remember
When the winds of changes shift
It don't really matter what you all do
We'll fight this fight til I turn blue
We'll kick down the sty & spit in your eye,
Deny, defy & I'll even cry
If that's what it's gonna take.