It's All About the Benjamins

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’It was the night before the Generic Winter Holiday, when all through the States
Not a citizen was stirring, not even Billy Gates,

The chads were not hung; that the white house most fair,


We knew that Palin would not soon be there;



The Rumburglar and Powell were nestled all snug in their beds,


While visions of book deals danced in their heads;


And Obama in his turban, and Biden with his train,


Had just settled down for an NSA briefing on a plane,


When out on the blogs there arose such a chatter,


They flipped on CNN to see what was the matter.


Away to the window Barack flew like a flash,


Tore open the shutter and pressed on the glass.



The moon on the on the wing of the aircraft did glow


Reminding him of a Chicago snow,


When, what to his hopeful eyes should appear,




But a supersonic sleigh, breaking through the stratosphere!



With a little bronze god, and a driver so quick,


being pulled by eight suits, some thin and some thick;


Through the cloud barrier with fighter escorts it came,


The pilot calling his ‘mule team’ by name.



”Now, Putin! now, Merkel! now, Sarko and Jintao!


On, Paulson! on Castro! on, Chavez and both Clintons!


All the way from the window! All the way to the wall!


Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”



Without permission from NORAD they did fly,


Straight from Real America to the New Yorkist sky,


Right down to Wall Street the merry crew flew,


With the sleigh full of bailouts, and Alan Greenspan too.





And then, from Keith Olbermann, on MSNBC


A news flash that with Alan was Ben Bernanke


As they fixed the bad debts, and all was turning around,


Down the tubes General Motors came with a bound.



He was dressed all in rags, from his head to his knees,


And his books were all tarnished with unions and SUVs;


A bailout for me too, that was his cry,


But Greenspan and Ben both agreed to deny,
They told Congress it was in their interests to keep it that way.
See Alan and the new Chairman were both laughing away
they had owned all those leaders, the big and the small
Because, even these days, Alan Greenspan still owns you all.

Have a merry Generic Winter Holiday, sleep well in your beds
Some presents: To Obama, some states that were red;
Hillary a new job, Bush his old ranch,
And an EU top job for the best Prez of France!