While I realize that this is about 6 months too early or 5 months too late, it seems appropriate given the discussion on left/right/center for France and Britain. maggie coleman [EMAIL PROTECTED] > -A POLITICAL HOLIDAY > >Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the White House, Al >Gore >was eyeing Hillary, peering into her blouse. > >The Secret Service were guarding the premises with care, for a whole >host >of Democrats were vacationing there. > >As Chelsea was nestled all snug in her bed, dirty thoughts swam >around >Mr. Kennedy's head. > >And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy gray tweed, had just fried his >brain >with some Mexican weed. > >When out in the garden came a plethora of noise, all drunken and >rowdy: >'twas Newt and the boys! > >Bill jumped to the window, and tore open the sash, "It's a raid >boys!" he >cried, "Quick, go hide my stash!" > >The pot in his blood and the moon on the snow, gave a psychedelic >haze to >the objects below. > >When what to Bill's frantic eyes should appear, but a slew of >Republicans >and a keg of ice beer. > >With a big House leader, all lively and fat: He knew it was Newt, >the >proponent of GATT! > >As viscous as vipers, the Republicans came, and Bill recognized them >and >called them by name. > >"Hey Helms, Hey Thurmond! Hey Packwood and Hatch! Hey Dole and Pataki, > >it's time for a bash!" > >A collective cheer rose out from the crowd, "Let's listen to Nugent, >and >turn it up loud!" > >Together Dems and Republicans danced and sang out in cheer >"Screw health care and Haiti, it's time to drink beer!" > >When from the chimney, came a big black cloud of soot, as >Limbaugh danced from the fireplace in a red Santa suit. > >He moved through the crowd, then held up his hand, and when all was >silent, he did a keg stand. > >And the crowd raised their cups, as Newt bowed down in prayer, and >champagne flowed freely, unlike welfare. > >As Kennedy and Reno romped in the Green Room, the rest of the crooks > >outlined their plan of doom. > >"We'll pray in the schools, shove it down their throats!" "Less >welfare, >more taxes, we'll still get the votes!" > >And they drank, hugged and danced, they crossed party lines. They >cheered, "It doesn't matter, we're all bastard swines!" > >So they threw out allegiance and partisan crap, and they took turns >sitting on the President's lap. > >And Gephardt and Dole passed out on the lawn, and awoke in the >morning >without their pants on. > >And Packwood gave Tipper a pat on the rear. While Schafly and > Judge Thomas went out for beer. > >Then the party-ers discovered a sight so touching and cute, >President >Clinton fast asleep, snuggled up next to Newt. > >Santa Limbaugh smiled and threw up on his boots, "A merry Clinton to >all, >and to all a good Newt!"
