Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

BLIZZARD
For a year he continued to blow
As the nation was hunkered below:
For relief we all yearned
‘Til the tables were turned
And Obama was buried in snow.

Lagniappe:

HALLELUJAH!
For 43 years they’ve been waitin’
For a coach who could win like Sean Payton:
Now the New Orleans Saints
Are no longer the ‘Aints
And the whole crazy town’s celebratin’!

From the archive:

BARACK AROUND THE CLOCK
Get ready, Blogger Nation,
For the pettifog-oration:
Cue the abstractions
And the cultic reactions!
It’s Obama’s inauguration!
(2009)

Last week’s verse:

YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET
Yes, the current recession’s severe
And there seems to be little to cheer,
But one day you’ll look back,
See it wasn’t so black –
‘Cause it’s bound to be worse in a year!

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“The global warming movement as we have known it is dead,” the brilliant analyst Walter Russell Mead says in his blog on The American Interest. It was done in by a combination of bad science and bad politics. – The Globe and Mail

Fraudster the Snowman

by F.R. Duplantier

Fraudster the Snowman
Was an enterprising pol,
With a trust-fund life
And an upturned nose
And a heart made out of coal.

Fraudster the Snowman
Was a senator, they say.
He was made of snow,
But the voters know
How he came to life one day.

There must have been some magic in
Those tight blue jeans they found,
For when they placed them on his legs
He began to dance around.

O, Fraudster the Snowman
Found a way to live for free.
While the people pay,
He could laugh and play
And drive around in an SUV.

Huffedy humbug,
Huffedy humbug,
Look at Fraudster go.
Huffedy humbug,
Huffedy humbug,
O the bilge of snow!

Fraudster the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot some days,
So he said, “I’ll hoax
All the stupid folks
And get myself a big pay raise.”

Down to the village,
With a hockey stick in hand
And some bogus graphs
And some doctored stats,
Showing crisis for the land.

He led them to his Waterloo,
Where the facts came out at last,
But he never once admitted that
He was just plain full of crap.

For Fraudster the Snowman
Liked to always have his way,
So he waved goodbye
Saying, “Don’t deny,
I’ll be back again some day.”

Huffedy humbug,
Huffedy humbug,
Look at Fraudster go.
Huffedy humbug,
Huffedy humbug,
O the bilge of snow!

Join the Fraudster the Snowman Fan Club on Facebook.

posted January 29, 2009

A year after many lost their proverbial shirts, a lack of pants will be an undercurrent in some [Superbowl] ads. Job-listings Web site Careerbuilder.com is choosing between fan-submitted ads, and one that involves taking “casual Friday” to a whole new level. An ad for Levi Strauss & Co.’s Dockers shows a dozen or so pantsless men singing about their, ahem, freedom. – Washington Times

That is so last year!

Forget the Superbowl! Max and Isabel compete in Chicago this weekend!

The honor student of today

The idea of an integrated education, based on the unity of knowledge grounded in truth, must be regained. It serves to counteract the tendency, so evident in contemporary society, towards a fragmentation of knowledge. With the massive growth in information and technology there comes the temptation to detach reason from the pursuit of truth. – Benedict XVI

Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET
Yes, the current recession’s severe
And there seems to be little to cheer,
But one day you’ll look back,
See it wasn’t so black –
’Cause it’s bound to be worse in a year!

Lagniappe:

MARCHING IN
Listen close and you may hear the cheers
From Jim Mora, Bum Phillips, Tom Fears:
With Sean Payton around,
They’re now Superbowl-bound
For the first time in 43 years!

From the archive:

XLIII
This year’s Superbowl Party was fun.
I enjoyed every kick, pass, and run.
But I had such a blast,
And it went by so fast,
That I can’t quite remember who won.
(2009)

TELL IT LIKE IT IS
I tuned into the last Super Bowl
Just before all the rigamarole:
For a moment to revel
As I heard Aaron Neville
Sing the anthem with singular soul.
(2006)

NO RESERVATION NEEDED
The perfect time to dine
Was Sunday six to nine:
Every other soul
Was watching the Bowl
And we didn’t stand in line.
(2006)

DAMAGE CONTROL
“She had something to get off her chest
And decided to make a clean breast;
We assure you that Janet
Did not mean it or plan it:
She just happened to wind up undressed.”
(2004)

Last week’s verse:

DELUSIONAL
How Obama responded with glee
To a message as plain as can be:
“Voters put Coakley down
And elected Scott Brown
To affirm their approval of me!”

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