Little Light runs a dog-whistle through a filter, so the rest of us can hear it. I must say, I was wondering what the point of Huckabee’s desk story was, let alone why it got such a response from the audience. Now that I know McCain’s secret identity, though…
When John McCain was crucified
Er, tortured, in Hanoi,
His actions served to earn a desk
For every girl and boy.
You cannot earn a desk yourself,
No matter what you do;
Be grateful Jesus John McCain
Has earned that desk for you.
So give him thanks; send John McCain
Your votes as well as prayers–
He died so we could all have desks!
(The school board bought the chairs.)
Hat tip to Bora!
3 comments
little light
September 8, 2008 at 12:04 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Oh my God, I think this is my favorite response.
Laurie
September 8, 2008 at 1:48 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Yikes! Scary! Not your post. Your poem was perfectly barbed, as usual…
Blake Stacey
September 8, 2008 at 9:54 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Well said.(Oh, incidentally, my blog has moved, if you’d like to update your sidebar thingy.)