Yes ma’am, I did notice that. BIG SMILE!!’
And here is my song...well the lyrics anyway...
Grab some paper.
Grab a pen.
Write the words
We need to send.
Let them see it.
let them know
We’re done paying
For their show.
Say it in blue.
say it in red.
Conservatism
isn’t dead.
RNC, you’ve had
Your way.
We’ve heard all
you had to say.
It’s our turn now.
Let us be clear.
The price you’ll pay
if you don’t hear.
You want a tent
But now we say,
Shifting winds
blow tents away.
Your lofty words
Are growing old
And you are standing
In the cold.
We want brick and mortar
Built on rock,
Values you shun,
Morals you mock.
We’re your base.
We WILL be heard.
This is the end
of the lines you’ve blurred.
If you fail to listen,
If you fail to hear,
We are making our stand.
Your end is near.
Not one more penny,
Not one red cent,
To build your flimsy
RINO tent.
From this day forward
We choose the man,
We choose the woman,
With whom we stand.
We have broken the mirrors.
We have fanned the smoke.
Your “leaders” have
become a joke.
We see you naked.
Your fancy suits
won’t protect you from
Our “redneck” boots.
We’re the ones
whose votes you need.
We’re the ones
who can make you bleed.
And if you think this
is an empty threat,
How much are you
Willing to bet?
Because here is the truth
And you know it well,
Without us you go
straight to hell.
Well it’s about time. LOL That needed the pen next to it.. It was tall, and would look great next to that. Now for music.. mmm mmm mmm
Bump....and I LOVE the line about *redneck boots*!!
Yes ma’am, I did notice that. BIG SMILE!!’
And here is my song...well the lyrics anyway...
Grab some paper.
Grab a pen.
Write the words
We need to send.
Let them see it.
let them know
We’re done paying
For their show.
Say it in blue.
say it in red.
Conservatism
isn’t dead.
RNC, you’ve had
Your way.
We’ve heard all
you had to say.
It’s our turn now.
Let us be clear.
The price you’ll pay
if you don’t hear.
You want a tent
But now we say,
Shifting winds
blow tents away.
Your lofty words
Are growing old
And you are standing
In the cold.
We want brick and mortar
Built on rock,
Values you shun,
Morals you mock.
We’re your base.
We WILL be heard.
This is the end
of the lines you’ve blurred.
If you fail to listen,
If you fail to hear,
We are making our stand.
Your end is near.
Not one more penny,
Not one red cent,
To build your flimsy
RINO tent.
From this day forward
We choose the man,
We choose the woman,
With whom we stand.
We have broken the mirrors.
We have fanned the smoke.
Your “leaders” have
become a joke.
We see you naked.
Your fancy suits
won’t protect you from
Our “redneck” boots.
We’re the ones
whose votes you need.
We’re the ones
who can make you bleed.
And if you think this
is an empty threat,
How much are you
Willing to bet?
Because here is the truth
And you know it well,
Without us you go
straight to hell.
^Outstanding, MM!!
You’re on quite a roll
and that’s a good thing(h/t martha stewart)