a sometimes holiday tradition... with apologies to Clement Moore for every mangle-ese translation!
T'was the Sandy Hook Christmas and all through the House
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The Fiscal Cliff legislation was left up in the air
In hopes that some miracle soon would be there
The lobbyists were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of contracts danced in their heads.
And media in corporate pockets and lies with no cap
Had just set a new low in a decade plus nap
When out on the Internet there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my keyboard to see what was the matter
From window to window I flew like a flash
Tore into the news feeds and read pastebin stash
The light on the crest of what we weren't to know
Gave a luster of a new day to the political show
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a virtual revolution and legions not living in fear
With a little, old notion so lively and quick
I knew in a moment this freedom force would stick
More rapid than eagles their causes they came
And NDAA legislation gave them all a terrorist name
Now Occupy, Now Arab Spring, Now Green Revolution!
On Hammond, On Manning, On Assange and On journalism!
To the top of prosecution lists, to go to the wall
Now subvert, now silence, now lock away all!!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the higher stakes the causes they flew
With a belly full of corruption and whole new world view
And then in a twinkling we heard the aloof
Legalize extra judicial killing without burden of proof
And as I shook my head at the torched Constitutional ground
Down the information superhighway individual opposition abounds
They were dressed in all costumes, cultures and faiths head to foot
And the clothes were immaterial to the ideas for which they stood
A bundle of rights were at stake, people wanted them back
And no ALEC styled peddlers were waiving them without flack.
Bankster eyes-- how they twinkled, their dimples-- how merry!
Bailouts, plus mortgage fraud and money laundering immunity!
Outsourced intelligence networks were tied up with a bow
Trillions in taxpayer dollars to do jobs we have no right to know.
The stump of the Fourth Estate was held tight in Wall Street teeth
And their propaganda encircled the establishment like a wreath.
Media packaged the broad agenda, wrapped the papers and ran the telly
That shook with their terror threat spin, like a bowl full of jelly.
News was chubby and plump, PNAC a right jolly old elf.
And I laughed when I saw it in spite of myself.
A blink of my eye and a turn of my head
Soon gave me to know how to act not to dread
We start where we stand and get straight to work
And fill governments with transparency, return da jerks
And lay off my privacy, shove yer fingers and nose
Data miners to dictators makes no difference, mine to say no.
We sprang corruption to consciousness, to collectivism a whistle
Away gmo seeding revenue like the down of a thistle.
But I heard legions exclaim as covert cabals made off with our rights
Merry Luck to all and to all an honest fight!
ps…whatever you celebrate or love, whatever floats yer boat, be safe, be kind, enjoy! :~)