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    Talking Night Befo' Crizzmus

    Wus da night afo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,

    everybody be sleepin' and da sleepin' be good.

    We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,

    That brother Obama gunna brang us our checks.


    All of da family, was lay'in on da flo',

    my sister wif her gurlfriend,

    my brother wif some ho.

    Ashtrays was all full , empty beer cans and all

    when I heared such a fuss, I thunk...."Sh'eet, must be da law".


    I pulled the sheet off da window and what I'ze could see,

    I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.

    But what I'ze did see, made me say, "Lawd look 'a dat!"

    Dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by eight big-ass rats.


    Now ovah da years, Santy Claws he be white,

    but it looks like us brothas, got a black un' tonight.

    Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came,

    and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.


    On Biden, On Jessie, On Pelosi and Hillary Who ,

    On Fannie, On Freddie, On Ayers, and Slick Willy too.

    Obama landed dat melon, right there in da street,

    I knowed it fo' sho', - can you believe that Sheet?


    Dat Santy don't need no chimley, he picked da lock on my do',

    an I sez to myself, "Son o' bitch...he don did dis befo!"

    He had a big bag, full of presents - at first I suspeck?

    Wif "Air Jordans" and fake gold, to wear roun' my neck.


    But he left me no presents, just started stealin my shit.

    He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.

    Den, wif my shit in his bag, out da windo' he flew,

    I sho' woulda shanked him, but he snagged my blade too!


    He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,

    and wuz gone in two seconds, da democrat sonofabitch.

    So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,

    'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a shit!
    POLITICAL ACTIVISTS CREED
    "It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires in people's minds" -Samuel Adams

    "People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men
    stand ready to do violence on their behalf."~George Orwell

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    Here is another version

    The Liberal Night Before Christmas

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,

    Not a creature was celebrating, just as the liberals had planned.

    The war had been waged with consummate glee,

    And they had finally vanquished the foul bourgeoisie.

    They were now out of power, but oh those libs had a vision-

    A secular state guised as multiculturalism.

    And they knew that in order to accomplish this heist,

    First and foremost they must get rid of Christ!

    The first line of attack had been at the greeting,

    Now no one could say it except at a prayer meeting.

    “Down with this imperial “Merry Christmas” phrase!

    From now on, be PC- Say “Happy Holidays.”

    Next they had set their sights on the tree,

    Striking the “Christmas” from it by liberal decree.

    “They’re Wishing Trees now, and if you disagree,

    You’re prob’ly a hick from red state Tennessee.”

    All this they carried out with the help of the press,

    Naďve college freshmen and celebrity noblesse.

    But there was only so much they could accomplish by squawking.

    Too many were not buying all that they were hawking.

    It was time to implement the next step in their coup d’etat.

    “We must file suit,” they said, “and make it the law.

    In our pledge, on our money, we think it’s unjust!

    God’s too democratic- in judges we trust!”

    "Now Moore! Now, Newdow! Now, Reid and Pelosi!

    On, Boxer! On, Franken!, Johns Edwards and Kerry!

    To the top of the bench! To the top of The Hill!

    Now dash away! Dash away! Go impose our will!"

    So they dashed to the courts, and they made it obscene,

    To be caught wearing anything made of red or of green,

    To have sugar plums or fig pudding on the cuisine,

    Or to think of setting up a Nativity scene.

    Finally the conservatives were set all agog,

    Could this mean the end of elves and eggnog?

    No carols? No candy canes? they thought with dismay.

    Was the only tinsel to be found in L.A.?

    No harking the herald, no decking the halls.

    No cheesy Christmas concerts or frantic shopping at malls.

    No late night visits from St. Nicholas.

    No mistletoe under which to stand and be kissed.

    Away went the manger, no jingle bell did rock.

    Tiny Tim and The Grinch now as distasteful as Halliburton stock.

    Gone were frankincense, myrrh, and Joy to the World.

    Two thousand years of tradition had now been unfurled.

    And if from the street they could see stockings,

    Then you could be sure that the libs would come knocking.

    “If from private celebrating you cannot refrain,

    Then by Souter we shall invoke imminent domain!”

    So Christmas Eve had come with nary one string of lights,

    (Even putting a damper on all eight Hanukkah nights).

    The activists were left to ponder the next crusade to embark upon.

    Should it be Easter next time? Rosh Hashanah? Ramadan?

    When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

    Not any size sleigh or a single reindeer.

    Not Santa Claus or Frosty the Snowman,

    But the lights of church, and the inside was glowing.

    People were laughing and holding hands,

    Catching up with neighbors and family and friends.

    Singing of how their lives were restored,

    Proclaiming loudly, “Happy Birthday, dear Lord!”

    The liberals were furious. How could this be?

    They’d done away with the greeting, done away with the tree.

    No halls had been decked- They’d passed resolutions!

    How could it not have been the solution?

    On his way out of the church they stopped an old man,

    Asked desperately what had gone wrong with their plan.

    He led them aside and pointed into the sky,

    Placed a hand on their shoulder and said kindly “That’s why.”

    “You cannot control what you don’t understand.

    You can’t wipe away faith with the wave of your hand.

    You can take away the trees and the elves and the bells,

    The colors, the lights, but none of that tells

    “The story of Christmas, and you knew all along,

    the trappings and presents aren’t what make us strong.

    It’s hope, and it’s love, and it’s prayers we have prayed,

    And that’s what has for so long made you afraid.

    “Maybe our faith fails analytical review,

    But we love God, one another… We even love you.”

    He walked away several steps, then turned, eyebrows raised.

    “Oh, and one more thing… Happy Holidays.”

    http://gunnnutt.blogspot.com/2005/12...christmas.html


    How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.

    Ronald Reagan

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