Posted on 06/15/2005 9:25:51 PM PDT by doug from upland
Hello a-ho, Richard Durbin...did I see you in your turbin
Al-Jazeera loves you dearly...they know what side you are on, you've shown it clearly
Your performance was disgusting...our own soldiers, you're not trusting
We're the Nazis, you are saying...on a prayer rug have you secretly been praying
What a scumbag, what a traitor...to al-Qaeda you have catered
All their efforts you embolden...U.S. haters look at you as if you're golden
We run gulags like the commies...we would torture kids and mommies
Even Pol Pot can't outdo us...is there anything you wouldn't say to screw us
Too damn bad that they get cold...your nonsense is getting so old
Don't you see...that if they had a chance they'd cut your head off easily
Why must you help those who'd kill us...with some rounds they'd gladly fill us
Dynamite, they would shove you know where and watch you blow tonight
Wait a minute...how outrageous...it's becoming quite contagious
Your whole party acts so solemn...but it's obvious that you are the fifth column
There's an e-mail just arriving...our troops think you are conniving
They say they have one desire...may a camel sit on your face and expire
Perfect...it fits that scumbag! Good Job!!
Excellent, yet again!
My wife has taken to calling him Dork Dibbin.
BUMP!
... him out of his Senate seat, next election....
I don't know whether to laugh or FUME. I'll try both.
Awesome job, Doug!
DFU SONG BUMP!!
Mark for later.
bravo !!! bravissimo !!!
Chicago FAX - (312)353-0150
From DICK: On one occasion, the air conditioning had been turned down so far and the temperature was so cold in the room, that the barefooted detainee was shaking with cold. ..... On another occasion, the [air conditioner] had been turned off, making the temperature in the unventilated room well over 100 degrees. The detainee was almost unconscious on the floor, with a pile of hair next to him. He had apparently been literally pulling his hair out throughout the night. On another occasion, not only was the temperature unbearably hot, but extremely loud rap music was being played in the room, and had been since the day before, with the detainee chained hand and foot in the fetal position on the tile floor.
If I read this to you and did not tell you that it was an FBI agent describing what Americans had done to prisoners in their control, you would most certainly believe this must have been done by Nazis, Soviets in their gulags, or some mad regime--Pol Pot or others--that had no concern for human beings. Sadly, that is not the case. This was the action of Americans in the treatment of their prisoners.
Yeah, we're really heartless for not giving them first-class air conditioning accomodations. Brother.
Keep freeping the jerk's office and keep the heat on him, guys.
This calls for a new tagline.
Genius once again, Maestro.
Oh, I just knew you'd already done a Gitmo/Granada song!
I think that it was Ray Bradbury who wrote a story about some guy named Todd Thromberry (the legendary Todd Thromberry)who has already done every story already.
You are my Todd Thromberry.
I keep hearing some flea collar commercial & couldn't get the song out of my head til I wrote this:
I was a mullah on a fatwah
Now I'm here at Gitmo Bay--Wah!
Camp is very entertaining
But they music that they play is very draining.
We're bombarded with this loud rap
It's a lot of really foul crap.
Then, there's even Lynyrd Skinner
They play this stuff all night right after dinner.
Well, the food here, it's Okay.
Culturally appropriate in every way
I don't know, but I've been told, here
we eat better than the average US soldier.
But, the temperature, it gets real hot
A big blast furnace 'round my cot
Then, it turns so freezing cold,
You'd think I was a female fifty years old.
Now I don't want this should scare ya
I was dressed in women's underwear--yeah
And what makes me want to holler
Was the picture of a leash with that dog collar
Send me home, when can I go?
Send me home, how I hate Gitmo!
Please don't leave me here in this place
The way we're treated is just a disgrace.
Send me home, I promise not to fly planes
Or even blow up crowded commuter trains.
Oh, please don't make me stay.
How I hate this Gitmo Bay.
No more fatwahs for this mullah
If you believe that, then, you're fulla
Send me home, don't you dis me,
Oh, don't let that big interrogator hug and kiss me.
Well, today, we're learning to scuba
And the weather's great in Cuba
My attitude, it's getting better
So, tell Dick Durbin to disregard this letter.
"What a scumbag, what a traitor...to al-Qaeda you have catered"
And there it is. -
Truer words have not been spoken
This scumbag Durbin, needs a poke'in......
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.