A cheerful little ditty (tune suggested by Rhiannon Davis) about the only method for dealing with our elected leaders that has any chance of bringing about real improvement.  Shame about their security details really.  Oh well.

The tune is Bruno Mars’ Count On Me, and was almost too sweet and innocent to corrupt. Almost.

June 2019

If you’re on a leaky boat stuck in the Indonesian Sea,
Our leaders won’t embrace you
When they stick you in a hell hole, doomed to be a detainee,
They’ll try their best to erase you.
So let’s see what they’re made of!
We can visit them and give them what they need:

We can swing a bat and hit them, splat!
Anarchic!
Their office hours are posted; we can have some fun: a nail gun!
Cathartic!
Polite debate is far too late for you,
Ooooh –
Ooooh –
Yeah, yeah

If a robot says you owe lots and you don’t have any way to pay,
We’ll chastise them, severely!
And if they’re hounding you and pounding you and driving all your hope away
We will make them pray, sincerely!
Oh, Political Correctness
Is what they hate, so this should rate OK…

We can swing a bat and hit them, splat!
Anarchic!
Their office hours are posted; we can have some fun: a nail gun!
Cathartic!
Polite debate is far too late for you,
Ooooh –
Ooooh –
Yeah, yeah

There’ll always be another sociopath
But there’s more of us than them, so do the math

Till then we can swing a bat and hit them, splat!
Anarchic!
Their office hours are posted; we can have some fun: a nail gun!
Cathartic!
Polite debate is far too late for you,
Ooooh –
Ooooh –
Is it time to build a guillotine or two…?