by Smitty
Here’s a shout out to the Raaaaacism Industrial Complex, busy exploiting a tragedy, to pile evil upon evil:
Hoodies on high! Minds tightly closed!
#Occupy slouches with quite unsteady step.
Comrades shot by the white racist reactionaries
March in spirit within our ranks.
Clear the streets for the brown battalions,
Clear the streets for the liberators!
Millions are looking upon the Barack ‘O’ full of hope,
The day of freedom and justice dawns!
For the last time, the call to arms is sounded!
For the fight, we all stand prepared!
Soon Obama’s banners will fly over all streets.
The time of bondage will last but a little while now!
Hoodies on high! Minds tightly closed!
#Occupy slouches with quite unsteady step.
Comrades shot by the white racist reactionaries
March in spirit within our ranks.
Further reading at Power Line and Breitbart.
I like my song about the situation better. If Rick James tries to sue me, I’ll sic Huey Lewis on him.
If there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
If it’s somethin’ weird an it won’t look good
Who ya gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
If you’re seein’ things runnin’ thru your head
Who can you call (Race Hustlers!)
An’ your creepin’ punk winds up dead
Oh who ya gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
Who ya gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
If you’re all alone
pick up the phone
An call (Race Hustlers!)
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
I need to get paid
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
Who you gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
Mm… if you’ve had a case
Of a freak claim of race
You better call – Race Hustlers!
Hustlin’ makes me feel good
I ain’t afraid a no pimp
Don’t get caught alone oh no… Race Hustlers!
When you’re just too poor
And wanna get paid some more
I think you better call Race Hustlers!
Ooh… who you gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
Who you gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
Ah, I think you better call (Race Hustlers!)
I can’t hear you… (Race Hustlers!)
Who you gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
Louder – Race Hustlers!
Who you gonna call (Race Hustlers!)
Who you can call – Race Hustlers!… (till fade)
The Horst Arschlochlied?
This poem is good, but not as good as Smitty’s “To pee or not to pee, that is the question” .
Now I have a deep desire to hear the Spike Jones song, Der Fuehrer’s Face.
Methinks Anamika doth protest too much.
Smitty’s song doesn’t rhyme, clearly raaaaaaacist.
Did you follow the Reference link? There is a reason it lacks rhyme, and, for that matter, reason.
Very well done sir an entirely accurate representation of Der (current) Fuhrer.
Very good.
Doesn’t that steel superstructure overhead interfere with your Internet signal?