Fantastic post. Fantastic.

Agree with Les. Great poem Broph.

Well done, sir.

Twas the night before Christmas, when through the Senate and House
Not a constituent was represented, not even a mouse.
The provisions were added to the fine print with care,
In hopes that the voters would never look there.

Obama was nestled all snug in his bed
While visions of a Socialist society danced in his head.
With Michele in her designer ‘kerchief, and Barrack in his cap,
The White House settled down for a two week Hawaiian winters nap.

When on the steps of the Senate there arose such a clatter,
Harry Reid sprang from his seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtain, and got help lifting the sash.

The moon on the steps, covered with new fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the Senators below.
When, what to Reid’s incredulous eyes should appear
But a Republican committee strategerizing with out fear.

With a man from Connecticut, grinning and shaking hands
Reid in a moment knew it was Joe Lieberman.
More rapid than payoffs and kickbacks they came
Mitch McConnell whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Kyl, Now, Brownback! Now, Bunning and Cornyn!
On, Graham!, On, Hutchinson, On, Grassley and Ensign!
To the top of the steps, to the floor of the hall
Now dash healthcare! Dash healthcare! Dash Healthcare reforms all!

As dry pages that before the people sit unread and heavily veiled,
When they meet with an Administration that is too big to fail.
So up to the houses theses Senators flew,
With a handful of votes and a mandate too.

But then in a twinkling, Reid decided to deal,
He’d do what it took; he would lie, cheat and steal.
As he turned to the floor, and was turning around,
Lieberman and his caucus came in with a bound.

He was dressed to the nines, from his head to his foot,
With dollar signs in his eyes, and Brooks Brother’s Suit.
A bundle of line items he had in the pocket of his pants,
Provisions, Medicare expansion, and millions in grants.

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples so merry!
His cheeks like Chris Dodd’s were gin blossomed like a cherry.
His drooping crooked mouth, hung low like a hound,
His vote was for sale, he didn’t need to make a sound.

The grin on Reid’s face shown old yellow teeth
The yes votes and dollar signs encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a frail, gaunt face, and bent crooked back,
He would force healthcare reform through despite the Republican attack.

Senator Nelson, held out until the deal went through,
Senator Sanders, Dodd, Leahy and Levin all got in line too.
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Reid knew he had the votes, the filibuster was dead.

He spoke not a word, but went right to his work,
And paid off the Senators, like a heartless old jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, the deficit rose.

He sprang to his feet, when the quorum was called,
He voted “no” by mistake, but his vote was recalled.
And we heard him exclaim, through the laughs and thrill,
“Yes,” healthcare for all no matter the size of the bill!

The smart dems are the rich ones. They know best how to milk the poor dems.

There are poor democrats,
There are smart democrats, but
There are no poor smart democrats.

I am in awe at the tact of the first family members keeping their cool after finding out on national tv that they are crappier gift givers than the mulatto mendacity. What class! Especially the first mother-in-law.

Did everyone have an unprecedented Christmas?

Merry Christmas to all
and to all you Dems
goodbye