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The Trumpy Blue Flag
02:53
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We are a bunch of hotheads and racist to the core
Fighting for our status and privileges of yore
And when others use elections to get themselves too far
Hurrah for the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
Hurrah! Hurrah! For privileged whites hurrah!
Hurrah for the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
For as long as the nation submitted to our reign
Of white patriarchy, we’d no cause to complain
But now, when real democracy attempts our rule to mar
We hoist on high the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
First came Vlady Putin to help us make the stand
The strong man of Russia gave us his helping hand
He led us to the Tower for our American czar
The name behind the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
Ye men of pallor, gather round the banner large and blue.
They call our home the red states. To him we must be true.
The man became our president; the libs were owned and scarred
Now rally 'round the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
And the weekend in Virginia, we showed that we can fight
Against our foes of color and traitors who were White
Our hero called us “very nice” as certainly we are
As we raise the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
We cheered him on Election Day; they said that he had lost
So we declare democracy just isn’t worth the cost
Commanded by our leader to stop his rule receding
We charged under the Trumpy Blue Flag and left protectors bleeding.
(Chorus)
So onward to the Capitol, loud are we and mad;
Like hooded men of old we fight to keep the place we had
And rather than admit the truth we’ll kill to save the czar.
So kneel before the Trumpy Blue Flag that keeps us where we are!
(Chorus)
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It came upon the Internet,
A mixture of slanders of old.
From devils using the letter Q,
And this the nonsense they told:
"The children suffer to please all those
Who oppose our glorious Trump.”
As, stunned, the rational ones did hear,
The cheers of credible chumps.
On through the message boards they came,
With hateful posts unfurled,
Their full dishonesty was exposed
To all the weary world;
Yet for the sad and lowly ones
Who hung all they heard
And never doubted the pile of lies,
The devils spread the word.
Yet with the woes of statement false
The world has suffered long;
Within the devils’ “drops” have rolled
The hundred theories so wrong;
And those, at war with truth, see not
How far they really did fall
So, tales of violence and child abuse
Are challenged never at all
And when the voters had their say
The Q-man was laying low,
But Trump insisted there had been fraud
That only he could know
So “Trust the Plan” Became “Stop the Steal.”
The grift came into view
With millions raised from all the fools
Who still believed in Q.
And lo! The crowd was hastening on,
As prophets false foretold.
They rushed to end our democracy
And freedom decades old.
Though peace did over all the town
On that so hideous day,
The wages of the lies of Q
The nation whole must pay.
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We Four Kids
04:23
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We four kids of Donald J Trump
In denial of being so dumb
Don, Ivanka, Eric, Tiffany
Leeching the grift of chumps
[Chorus]
O Forty-five, our source of light
Forty-five and foll’wers white
Riot leading, ne’er conceding
Justice is our constant fright
Born the heirs for having his name
Starved for love, we feel only shame
Weak forever, happy never
Looking for libs to blame
[Chorus]
Common sense, we simply have none
Governing we play at for fun
Grift was dying, so we’re lying
Telling all, “Dad has won”
[Chorus]
As the crowd was gathered to hear
From us and the king we hold dear
Watching, dancing, smiling, prancing
Talking of four more years
[Chorus]
Glorious now, the mad white hayseeds
Kill and maim and shout out the creed
“Stop the Steal!” “Stop the Steal!”
They cheer as others bleed
[Chorus]
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“Hush,” they say, “the vote is over.
“He will see, the end is near."
Yet no sign that he would listen.
“What’s the Harm in humoring him?” So we hear.
Ride on words of minions did he
Telling all that he had won
With democracy in crosshairs
“What’s the Harm in humoring him?” We hope none.
“Blood and soil,” they made their mantra
As they came upon DC
Blood did flow inside the Cap’tol
“What’s the Harm in humoring him?” Now we see.
Banners tall and weapons brandished
Breaking what had held for years
Our republic wavers, wounded
“What’s the Harm in humoring him?” Our worst fears.
“Hush,” they say, “the vote is over.
“Leave the past and let it go.”
Instead, I say we must remember
“What’s the Harm in humoring him?” Now we know.
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Cruz and Hawley
05:31
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Alas, two Senators did us wrong
To cast off democracy flippantly
Despite the blood shed for hours long
No remorse from you, Cruz and Hawley
(Chorus)
Cruz and Hawley, the tyrant’s pair
Cruz and Hawley let all beware
Cruz and Hawley, the traitors, two
Seditionists Cruz and Hawley
Your vows you've broken, like windows in
The Capitol where you act selfishly
Democracy has survived the storm
But your hearts stay dazzled by tyr’nny
(Chorus)
You have been ready at Trump’s command,
To grant him the power he always craves
You both have wagered our lives and land,
For his love and goodwill, you weak knaves.
(Chorus)
If you expect us to remain
Forgetful of all of your perfidy
I must respond with deserved distain
This never will exit my mem’ry.
(Chorus)
Your men and women were clothed in Q,
They waited for Trump and his angry screed
They looked for those disagreeing with you
“With us,” they described you, and loudly
(Chorus)
You could achieve no election win
but still you planned for it readily.
The pomp and circumstance still for him;
Yet not all the votes counted freely.
(Chorus)
Well, I will pray now to God on high,
that you my resolute stand may see,
And that you hear this before I die,
I damn you and Kevin McCarthy
(Chorus)
So, Cruz and Hawley, farewell, adieu,
To God I will pray to retire thee,
For our democracy still is true,
Yet threatened while you're still in DC.
(Chorus)
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We don't care for elections if those other people vote,
‘Cause the only ones who matter are our friends who own the boats.
So, we break into the Capitol, democracy to smote.
We riot all day long.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory Nazi Hobos
Glory, glory Nazi Hobos
Glory, glory Nazi Hobos
Roll our en’mies heads
We're looking for the ballots from the states that we don’t like
And we’re tryin’ to find some lib’rals; put their heads upon some pikes
But for now, we’re on the Senate floor and shouting into mics.
We riot all day long.
(Chorus)
We're too stupid and disorganized to bring the system down
But we’ll take a bunch of videos and pics for our renown.
There’s no way we’ll go to prison; that’s just for the Black and Brown.
We riot all day long.
(Chorus)
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It's A Grand Old Grift
01:08
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It’s a grand old grift;
It’s a high-paying grift
And forever believers will pay.
The acquiring of
The gold we love
Keeps all of the lenders at bay.
We would all have bled
For the white, blue, and red
But we’d rather the burden shift.
So let all the criming be forgot
It’s a high-paying, grand old grift!
It’s a grand old grift;
It’s a high-paying grift
And we’ve needed it all since the day
When the rubes were led
And cops were bled.
So, now we have lawyers to pay.
If you’re heart beats true
For the January coup
Let your hearts and your wallets lift.
So let all the criming be forgot
It’s a high-paying, grand old grift!
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Violent Whites
02:44
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Violent whites, angry whites
Voices loud, torches bright
Round yon Rebel, Every man-child
Shout your slogans, racist and vile
Keep disturbing the peace
Keep disturbing the peace
Violent whites, angry whites
Senators flee in fright
Pics and videos in Capitol Halls
Bearded sycophants demand that all
Cheer the Shaman with horns
Cheer the Shaman with horns
Violent whites, angry whites
Coup plans fall with the light
Qaren screaming because she was maced
As her friends leave, unable to place
Trump as Lord of all Earth
Trump as Lord of all Earth
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When Kevin goes slinking home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a loud “Good riddance” then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We all will cheer with a hardy shout
“The Californians turned him out”
And we'll all rejoice when Kevin goes slinking home
No more sedition he could do
Hurrah! Hurrah!
No deference for the cult of Q
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The GOP will count the cost
When they have heard, “McCarthy Lost”
And we'll all rejoice when Kevin goes slinking home
As we await that happy day
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Trump’s support, we’ll make him pay
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The MAGA cap is his mark of shame
For January, he shares the blame
And we'll all rejoice when Kevin goes slinking home
And when that man departs the scene
Hurrah, hurrah!
Next up is Marj’rie Taylor Greene
Hurrah, hurrah!
Until sedition has no place,
We’ll fight those who've themselves disgraced
And we'll all rejoice when Kevin goes slinking home
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O little town of Washington
So wounded from a lie,
As on your deeply wounded streets
The violent crowd goes by.
It forces you to suffer
Them on their murderous way.
Our hopes, our fears, and all our tears
Are met in you today.
The lie was born of Donald Trump;
He gathered his rubes in town.
While “Stop the Steal” his foll’wers squeal
We watch as they tear you down.
They maim and kill together
With flags that they unfurled.
The scars they leave are mourned by all
The democratic world.
How violently, how violently
The traitorous grift is reaped
As Trump embarks to darken hearts
And revenue streams to keep.
For all who hear his lying
And endless rants of hate
His minions or his foes become.
There is no other fate.
“O Residents of Washington,
“How did you endure?” we say,
From tear-gassed air in Laf’yette Square
To blood on the steps today.
Yet through the broken marble
Your friends erstwhile are we
We mourn the damage done you and
Our shared democracy.
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Convict, Ye Hundred Senators
Let nothing you distract
Remember Trump’s behavior
Our freedom he attacked
To save himself from righteous justice
These remain the facts
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
In Washington, the capital
Was insurrection born
Democracy in danger
And maimed that fiery morn
At which the mob was ordered
To treat the vote with scorn
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
From Trump, the would-be tyrant
The damned incitement came;
And unto many minions
Belong some of the blame
But do not let the others guilt
Spare him his well-earned shame
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Hang Pence," shouted the multitude
As killed and plundered they
Rampaging through our hallowed halls
On that dark winter day
A violent coup was in their sights
So, hear us when we say
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
The guardians of democracy
They held the line alone
As angry racist simpletons
Attacked and left them prone
Do not forget the lives those heroes
Saved; they were your own
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
And when the mob left Washington
You could stop laying lay low
But those of you Republican
Still fear them, this we know.
When this gets worse, you’ll hear us say,
“We fucking told you so.”
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
Now if you hear me singing this
The vote is likely got
While we hope for conviction
It’s not our likely lot
So, freedom stays in peril ‘cause
Enough of you did not
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
"Guilty" decide
Heed our warnings and "Guilty" decide
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Can we no longer see, in the afternoon light
On the Capitol wall, from the morning's first gleaming
Those broad stripes and bright stars, now no longer in sight
Of the racists we saw were so violently teeming?
Smell the mass spray of bear. MAGA hats everywhere,
They proved in their sight, that our flag was not there.
Oh, say, will that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the scaffold, it flew, ‘til the mob came around
And began to engage in their violence and plunder.
What unfurled the breeze, now was thrown to the ground.
The intention was clear: tear our nation asunder
As the crowd made its way, on that harrowing day
The wages of grift and deception were paid
And still did that star-spangled banner not wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Yet where is that vile crew who so vauntingly swore
That democracy’s day would be ended in violence?
They did broadcast their coup, and their penchant for more
While the rest of us watched, in depression and silence
But the day turned to night; in the end they took flight;
Now whining in fear is their well-deserved plight.
And once more that star-spangled banner does wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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Brian Sicknick's Ashes
02:04
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Brian Sicknick’s ashes have been placed upon the bier
Brian Sicknick’s ashes have been placed upon the bier
Brian Sicknick’s ashes have been placed upon the bier
His memory marches on
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
His memory marches on
He held the line in Washington with hundreds of his peers
Against the angry mob who’d been incited all the year
They took his life betraying all the values we hold dear
The values still lead on
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
The values still lead on
Brian Sicknick gave his life so we could still be free
Brian Sicknick gave his life so we could still be free
Brian Sicknick gave his life so we could still be free
Let freedom lead us on
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Let freedom lead us on
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Noon, it is the start of the term;
It is the part of the term
When hope is high.
Noon, the old replaced with the new,
Our freedoms, battered and bruised,
Still did not die
Noon, upon the twentieth,
Gone is yesterday.
There's a new day in view.
Doesn’t matter if you
Are a woman, n-b, or man.
There is light through the gloom;
There are smiles in the zoom
'Cause the road is open again!
There is hope in the souls
As we all take our roles.
Time to fix all that has been rent.
All across lake and land,
Darkness turns into chance
'Cause the road is open again!
There's an eagle blue
In the White House too,
Watching over our new president there.
Hear his rousing call
For Americans all:
“Let us, start repairs!”
There's a new day in view.
Doesn’t matter if you
Label yourself as cis or trans.
Much to do, to be sure,
But for now, we’ve endured
And the road is open again!
There's a new day in view.
Doesn’t matter if you
Are a woman, n-b, or man.
Much to do, to be sure,
But for now, we’ve endured
And the road is open again!
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D.J. McGuire Suffolk, Virginia
My love of sci-fi/fantasy and my experience as a federal contractor take my muse to interesting places.
