You won’t make a deal with me?
Two can play that game, you see—
So now I will not negotiate with you!
Since we’ve talked this thing to death
Now it’s time to hold my breath—
And we’ll know that you’re to blame when I turn blue
Hey, you guys, it isn’t fair
That you keep me from my air
And my pipeline, and my drilling, and my coal
And Obamacare’s repeal
And Paul Ryan’s budget deal
It’s a battle for the nation’s very soul
You keep telling me to note
That Obama won the vote
I don’t like it, but I’m very much aware
When the nation had their say,
Though, they didn’t vote my way,
So I’m telling you, quite clearly, I don’t care
So I’d better get my way
When you hold your vote today
And you’d better give me everything I want
Cos if not, you’d best believe
I’ll just take your ball and leave
And condemn you for your politicking stunt
We’ve moved from political negotiations to hostage negotiations in Washington.
Give over with insulting Toddlers, they do not know any better.
They seemed ready to go along with it before. I’m guessing they took one look at the polls about Ted Cruz after his rant and decided to jump on the bandwagon.
Cuttlefish – thanks for the fodder!. It’s hard to believe they’d burn down the house to win, but here we are.
@1. AndrewD : Yeah, I think we’re all aware of that. I see this as an analogy not an insult – and a comparison that’s far harsher on the Republicans who do (or should) know better than the toddlers who don’t.
We’ll hold you all to hostage
With talk though not with guns
We’ll hold things up forever
And cause, of troubles, tonnes
We know we’ll get our way
Because we know we’re right
We know it too you’ve got no, stomach for the fight
And if we’re wrong, well we don’t care
Bout all the crap to come
Cause we’re already powerful and rich and having fun
This whole land is our plaything
From sea to shining sea
If anyone’s to break it
Twill be me, me, ME!
We don’t like your Obamacare, we hate to help the sick
We don’t like the environment we’re going to kill it quick
We won’t allow you anything, from companies you must buy
And pay and pay forever until the day you die.
We’ll hold this country hostage
We’ll hold it till its through
And when we leave it broken,
well all be in the poo.
The implications spread beyond
This single mighty place
The fight shall go on longer
Than this bitter party race
In future years we’ll suffer
Even more than we do now
From Teaparty’s cruel intolerance and how!
Early morning, October first-
Well, they’ve gone and shut down the mill. Better hope you’ve enough flour to make bread for a time.
I can hear the echo of my mother voice, “If you kids don’t stop squabbling I’ll crack your heads together!”
We could use Ma right about now . . .