Oct. 07, 2014 – 5:16 – Former Secretary of Defense and CIA chief, Leon Panetta, discusses the rise of ISSI and the Benghazi terror attack on The Factor with Bill O’Reilly. (Photo: FOX News)
Former Secretary of Defense and CIA chief, Leon Panetta, discusses the rise of ISSI and the Benghazi terror attack on The Factor with Bill O’Reilly.
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gramps, / October 8, 2014
Ode to Obama, Hillary & Rice.
A long, long time ago. I can still remember,
how America used to make me smile
And, I knew if we had a chance.
That we could make the people dance, and.
Maybe they’d be happy once again.
But, November made me shiver.
With every paper I’d deliver
Benghazi on the doorstep.
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried.
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside.
The day the ‘Heros’ died.
So, bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the tresry.
But the tresry was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinking Colt 45’s, singing.
Will this be the day that I ‘lie’…?
Will this be the day, I ‘get high’…?
Did you write the Bill of Care &.
did you ‘leave’ those, people THERE
Did the ‘Pollster’ tell you tooo?
Now, do you believe in ‘shuck in jive’?
Could 4 years more save your, fiscal hide?
& Can you teach me how & why real…slow?
Well, I know that you’re loven’ him,
cause I saw you ‘dancing’ in the gym…
You all kicked off your shoes man.
While I heard all the news & lies.
I’m a lonely, tax payen’ buck.
With a empty wallet and a pickup truck, but.
I knew I was out of luck.
The day the ‘Hero’s, died.
I started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the tresry. but the tresry, was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinking C-45’s and , singing…
This’ll be the day that I lie.
This’ll be the day that they ‘died’..!
Now for, four years we’ve been on our own, &
Pol’s grew fat on a ‘Pollsters Tone’, but…
That’s not how it used to beee.
When the Speaker sang for the ‘king and queen’.
In a vote $he borrowed from, ‘future teen’s
On a vote that came from you and yours.
Oh, and while the King was looking down.
The Speaker $tole the futures’ dawn.
The ‘Peoples House’ was adjourned –
as the vote was returned.
& , while Lenin read a book on Marx.
The Due-o dance’n in the park, and…
In ‘Benghazi’, they fought the dark,
the day, our ‘Hero’s’, died.
We are singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the tresry, but the tresry, was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinking C-45’s, singing…
This’ll be the day that I buy.
This’ll be the day, I get high.
Helter Skelter in ‘Mid-East’ swelter –
The ‘Drones’ flew off.
With a ‘Pollster Helper’.
Two Miles High and filming fast
It scanned ‘Heros’, their last ‘gasp’…
The players tried for a forward pass.
with their ‘Leader’ on the sidelines, with his ‘Cast’.
Now, the ‘TV’s air was tweaked.
While ‘His Surrogates’, their, marching ‘weak.
We we’re all in a trance.
The Seals, never…had a chance.
‘Cause the players had, facts to ‘HIDE’.
In ‘Benghazi’, our people ‘DIED
Do you recall what was revealed the day,
‘our Heros’ died?
We started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good ol’ boys were drinking C-45’s, singing.
This’ll be the day that I buy.
This’ll be the day, I get high .
And, there we were, all in one place –
generations’ Lost in Space.
With no time left to start again.
So, come on, Vote be nimble, Vote be quick.
Votes Flash sat on a Candlestick, ’cause.
Lying is the ‘Lefties’ only friend.
And, as I watched them on the tube,
my hands were clenched in fists of rage,
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan’s spell.
And, as the flames climbed high into the night,
to ‘re-elect’, sacrificial rite.
I saw, Satan laughing with delight.
The day the ‘Hero’s’ died.
He was singing, bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee.
& RE-ELECTED, am I.
Them good ol’ boys were were trying yet.
‘sad’ they must die, singing…
This’ll be the day that I ‘LIE’
This’ll be the day that I ‘LIE’
I met a girl who sang the Blues.
And I asked her for some happy news.
‘Rice’… just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store.
Where I’d heard the music years before but.
The man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And, in the streets the children screamed.
The lover’s cried, and the poets dreamed.
But.Not a word was spoken.
The church bells all were broken.
And, the three people I despise most.
Elected, the ‘pol’s’, sure did toast.
The day, the ‘country’, died.
And, they were singing.
Bye bye Miss American Pie.
Them good ol’ boys were drinking C-45’s. singing.
This’ll be the day I get high.
In ‘Benghazi’, “this is why they died…”
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