The No Labels watchdog operation I founded, No Fables, is on the job. I'm...well, I don’t know if
pleased is exactly the right word…more like
aghast, to report
Jim Geraghty’s detection of the faux moderate organization in the act of committing poetry.
I’ve read a lot of awful poetry in my time – even written quite a bit of it – but this is just about rock bottom. It’s an attempted
assault and battery riff on “The Night Before Christmas”. If I had to give a title to it, though, I’d call it something like “Talent Takes a Holiday”, or maybe “With Profound Apologies to Clement Moore (or Possibly to
Henry Livingstone)”.
Now, if you’d like to read a truly imaginative take on this well-beloved poem, check out
this version by that wild man of the worldwide web, TimT.
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T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the land
The Dems realized that their brand was god-damned.
They workshopped and focused;
Was there a solution?
Or would there be Atrophy, Death, Dissolution?
PR people raged, one side Cain’s, one side Abel’s;
Now bloodshed's avoided by rebadging: No Labels!
(Best Wishes for Christmas to Paco and Family)
No Fables? Another money laundering operation/tax shelter, disguised as a public service, no doubt. How many Lame Duck Dollars were procured before that mob left DC?
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