The only problem I have with The Donald, is that he is using the GOP as his stage. He is a liberal who was registered as a democrat in New York during the time of Giuliani and Pataki. He gave money to Harry Reid when Sharron Angle could have used his money and his mouth.
He has done nothing! Zip! Zero! Nada! for the conservative movement.
Any tea partier who doesns't boo him off the stage should be ashamed of himself.
*rolls eyes* basically, any critisime of Obama, or ANY colored person is racist. yet any critizism of any non-colored person is just and rightous. excuse me, but WHERE is the logic in that?!?!
Of Andrew, of Patrick, of David, & George, What mighty achievements we hear! While no one relates great Tammany's feats, Although more heroic by far, my brave boys, Although more heroic by far.
These heroes fought only as fancy inspired, As by their own stories we find; Whilst Tammany, he fought only to free, From cruel oppression mankind, my brave boys, From cruel oppression mankind.
"When our country was young and our numbers were few To our fathers his friendship was shown, (For he e'er would oppose whom he took for his foes), And made our misfortunes his own, my brave boys, And he made our misfortunes his own. "At length growing old and quite worn out with years, As history doth truly proclaim, His wigwam was fired, he nobly expired, And flew to the skies in a flame, my brave boys, And flew to the skies in a flame.
"The First of May, A new Song in Praise of St. Tammany, the American Saint— "Tune, The hounds are all out &c.
Of St. George or St. Bute, let the poet laureat sing, Of Pharaoh or Pluto of old, While he rimes forth their praise, in false flattering lays, I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys. Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast, And Scots Andrew's fame spread abroad, Potatoes and oates and Welch Leeks, for Welch goats, Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys. In freedom's bright cause, Tammany pled with applause, And reason'd most justly from nature; For this, this was his song, all, all the day long, Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys. Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat, His throne was the crotch of the tree, With Solomon's look, without statutes or book, He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys. His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound, Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face; So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause, That might Bute, North and Mansfield disgrace, my brave boys. No duties nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps, A King, tho' no tyrant was he; He did oft' times declare, nay sometimes would swear, The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys. He, as King of the woods, of the rivers and floods, Had a right all beasts to control; Yet content with a few, to give nature her due, So gen'rous was Tammany's soul! my brave boys. In the morn he arose, and a hunting he goes, Bold Nimrod his second, was he; For his breakfast he'd take a large venison stake, And dispis'd your flip-flops and tea, my brave boys. While all in a row, with squaw, dog and b__, Vermilion adorning his face; With feathery head he rang' d the woods wide, Sure St. George had never such grace, my brave boys: His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear, Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd, Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace, Like the oil from off Aaron's beard, my brave boys. The strong nervous deer, with amazing career, In swiftness he'd fairly run down, And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear; Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys. When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag, For so noble a soul had he! H'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it, To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys. From his quiver he drew forth an arrow so keen, And seiz'd fast his imperial bow; It flew straight to the heart, like an Israelite dart; Could St. Andrew ever do so, my brave boys?
With a mighty strong aim, and a masculine bow, His arrow he drew to the head, And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot, His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys. His table he spread, where the venison bled; Be thankful, he used to say; He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king, And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys. Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills, He'd caper, such was his delight; And ne'er in his days, Indian history says, Did lack a good Supper at night, my brave boys. On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat, When Supper was ready to eat; Snap his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye, For venison's the king of all meat, my brave boys. Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould, Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage, He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarch eat; Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, my brave boys.
* * * *
As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb, Tho' his sport ‘twere hard to keep from it, Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife, And blaz' d like the tail of a comit, my brave boys. What country on earth, then did ever give birth, To such a magnanimous saint? His acts far excel all that history tell, And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys. Now to finish my song, a full flowing bowl; I'll quaff' and sing the long day, And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint, And hail ev'ry first of Sweet May, my brave boys."
Hi. RACIST here. I don't like the Japanese because of WW II. I prefer the company of people of my own color and social standing. That means I am either Black or White. Choose one. But I am definitely a racist either way.
Woops, I just might be Native American. In fact I am, a little. Oh damn, I'm also part Jewish. It gets worse, I have an Irish grandmother.
We need to start celebrating Racism, have Racist Pride Parades in the streets of San Francisco that get televised nationally. Just like the homosexuals, we can be of all colors because we're all racists except for a few people who are lost in the S.F. fog of their minds, and we don't have to dress in drag, either.
Let's start a National Association for the Advancement of Racist People, (NAARP), have a National Racist Month (I hear February is taken already), and petition Scandinavia to start awarding Nobel Prizes for the advancement of Racism.
The Japanese, (I haven't forgotten the Japanese) are probably the most racist people on the planet. Next to them on the virulent racists scale I'd put American Blacks. American Whites are way below both and Europeans generally are probably the least racist of peoples. BUT we're nearly all racists just like we're nearly all heterosexual, less perhaps 2%, and we really should celebrate the way we just naturally are instead of trying to PC ourselves into some BS state of self righteousness.
Much kudos to The Donald for forcing Obama's hand. Which he did regardless of W.H. denials. I think he'd suck as president, but on the other hand, look what we have now. I'd trade in a hot second.
This was a wonderfully helpful article! I am just starting out with my blog, and I decided to learn about readership early on so I can promote it as it begins growing.
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Not a birther, but that was still quite good!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this. And thanks to Silverfiddle:
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks to Donald Trump for doing what he did in 3 weeks that no one else was able to do in 2 years.
I hope that he continues to do what he does best.
Like him or not, Support him or not, He gets it done.
Thanks for the bump, AOW!
ReplyDeleteThe only problem I have with The Donald, is that he is using the GOP as his stage. He is a liberal who was registered as a democrat in New York during the time of Giuliani and Pataki. He gave money to Harry Reid when Sharron Angle could have used his money and his mouth.
He has done nothing! Zip! Zero! Nada! for the conservative movement.
Any tea partier who doesns't boo him off the stage should be ashamed of himself.
What you said is true SF, however, I stand with what I said as well.
ReplyDeleteI don't have to support him for president, to praise his guts to say what we have been feeling all along..
"There's something about Obama..." that should be the name of a movie, a documentary, if anyone had the guts to actually follow through.
ReplyDeleteDebbie
Right Truth
http://www.righttruth.typepad.com
*rolls eyes* basically, any critisime of Obama, or ANY colored person is racist. yet any critizism of any non-colored person is just and rightous. excuse me, but WHERE is the logic in that?!?!
ReplyDelete-wildstar
I feel like a racist just for watching this. Now I have to go punish myself.
ReplyDeleteI've noticed that the -ist and -phobe words are thrown about when the Dark Side starts losing the argument--
ReplyDeleteracist-sexist-
homophobe
Carol-CS
Kawanio che keekeru!
ReplyDelete"Song for St. Tamminy s Day." - The Old Song.
Of Andrew, of Patrick, of David, & George,
What mighty achievements we hear!
While no one relates great Tammany's feats,
Although more heroic by far, my brave boys,
Although more heroic by far.
These heroes fought only as fancy inspired,
As by their own stories we find;
Whilst Tammany, he fought only to free,
From cruel oppression mankind, my brave boys,
From cruel oppression mankind.
"When our country was young and our numbers were few
To our fathers his friendship was shown,
(For he e'er would oppose whom he took for his foes),
And made our misfortunes his own, my brave boys,
And he made our misfortunes his own.
"At length growing old and quite worn out with years,
As history doth truly proclaim,
His wigwam was fired, he nobly expired,
And flew to the skies in a flame, my brave boys,
And flew to the skies in a flame.
FJ!
ReplyDeleteI thought that you'd be posting today. **smile**
Of course, how could I not? It's my dancing day!
ReplyDelete"The First of May, A new Song in Praise of St. Tammany, the American Saint— "Tune, The hounds are all out &c.
Of St. George or St. Bute, let the poet laureat sing,
Of Pharaoh or Pluto of old,
While he rimes forth their praise, in false flattering lays,
I'll sing of St. Tamm'ny the bold, my brave boys.
Let Hibernia's sons boast, make Patrick their toast,
And Scots Andrew's fame spread abroad,
Potatoes and oates and Welch Leeks, for Welch goats,
Was never St. Tammany's food, my brave boys.
In freedom's bright cause, Tammany pled with applause,
And reason'd most justly from nature;
For this, this was his song, all, all the day long,
Liberty's the right of each creature, brave boys.
Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat,
His throne was the crotch of the tree,
With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,
He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.
His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound,
Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face;
So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause,
That might Bute, North and Mansfield disgrace, my brave boys.
No duties nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps,
A King, tho' no tyrant was he;
He did oft' times declare, nay sometimes would swear,
The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys.
He, as King of the woods, of the rivers and floods,
Had a right all beasts to control;
Yet content with a few, to give nature her due,
So gen'rous was Tammany's soul! my brave boys.
In the morn he arose, and a hunting he goes,
Bold Nimrod his second, was he;
For his breakfast he'd take a large venison stake,
And dispis'd your flip-flops and tea, my brave boys.
While all in a row, with squaw, dog and b__,
Vermilion adorning his face;
With feathery head he rang' d the woods wide,
Sure St. George had never such grace, my brave boys:
His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear,
Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd,
Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,
Like the oil from off Aaron's beard, my brave boys.
The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,
In swiftness he'd fairly run down,
And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear;
Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys.
When he'd run down a stag, he behind him wou'd lag,
For so noble a soul had he!
H'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it,
To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys.
From his quiver he drew forth an arrow so keen,
And seiz'd fast his imperial bow;
It flew straight to the heart, like an Israelite dart;
Could St. Andrew ever do so, my brave boys?
(cont)
ReplyDeleteWith a mighty strong aim, and a masculine bow,
His arrow he drew to the head,
And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,
His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.
His table he spread, where the venison bled;
Be thankful, he used to say;
He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king,
And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys.
Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills,
He'd caper, such was his delight;
And ne'er in his days, Indian history says,
Did lack a good Supper at night, my brave boys.
On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat,
When Supper was ready to eat;
Snap his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye,
For venison's the king of all meat, my brave boys.
Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,
Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,
He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarch eat;
Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, my brave boys.
* * * *
As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
Tho' his sport ‘twere hard to keep from it,
Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,
And blaz' d like the tail of a comit, my brave boys.
What country on earth, then did ever give birth,
To such a magnanimous saint?
His acts far excel all that history tell,
And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.
Now to finish my song, a full flowing bowl;
I'll quaff' and sing the long day,
And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint,
And hail ev'ry first of Sweet May, my brave boys."
Hi. RACIST here. I don't like the Japanese because of WW II. I prefer the company of people of my own color and social standing. That means I am either Black or White. Choose one. But I am definitely a racist either way.
ReplyDeleteWoops, I just might be Native American. In fact I am, a little. Oh damn, I'm also part Jewish. It gets worse, I have an Irish grandmother.
We need to start celebrating Racism, have Racist Pride Parades in the streets of San Francisco that get televised nationally. Just like the homosexuals, we can be of all colors because we're all racists except for a few people who are lost in the S.F. fog of their minds, and we don't have to dress in drag, either.
Let's start a National Association for the Advancement of Racist People, (NAARP), have a National Racist Month (I hear February is taken already), and petition Scandinavia to start awarding Nobel Prizes for the advancement of Racism.
The Japanese, (I haven't forgotten the Japanese) are probably the most racist people on the planet. Next to them on the virulent racists scale I'd put American Blacks. American Whites are way below both and Europeans generally are probably the least racist of peoples. BUT we're nearly all racists just like we're nearly all heterosexual, less perhaps 2%, and we really should celebrate the way we just naturally are instead of trying to PC ourselves into some BS state of self righteousness.
Much kudos to The Donald for forcing Obama's hand. Which he did regardless of W.H. denials. I think he'd suck as president, but on the other hand, look what we have now. I'd trade in a hot second.
The Sheep has spoken.
This was a wonderfully helpful article! I am just starting out with my blog, and I decided to learn about readership early on so I can promote it as it begins growing.
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