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Russ Vaughn need not fear.  But I felt compelled to express a Valentine's wish to our Code Pink Friends in Berkeley.  The literal words are rated G.  The inferences are somewhere else.  That's my final warning.

A Marine’s Berkeley Valentine Limerick

There once was a mayor; Master Bates,
Who chided Marines; whom he hates,
He prefers cunning runts,
Who play Cupid stunts,
And wear nothing but pink on their dates.

Security needs went unplugged,
Film rolled while Medea still mugged,
The council would meet,
While thugs roamed their beat,
Flags burned in the streets as Bates shrugged,

Like Nero who played with his fiddle,
Bates’ actions remain a big riddle,
His city would host,
A leftist’s pig roast,
But the meat still is pink in the middle.

We all hope and pray for a quake
That will give Bates’ poor city a shake,
And then we’ll ignore,
As he stands to implore,
“Send help! For humanity’s sake!”

We’ll watch as you shake and you cry,
When help is slow, you’ll ask “Why?”
Without reason or rhyme,
And despite your foul crime,
We’ll be there, save your ass, “Semper Fi!”

The Gray Dog

Contributed by Bill Faith on February 14, 2008 at 10:24 PM in Politics, The Gray Dog | Permalink

Comments

Posted by: Wild Thing

Awesome, I LOVE it!

Posted by: Wild Thing | Feb 15, 2008 12:03:53 AM

Posted by: Russ Vaughn

Bravo, Gray Dog! Well done and so on point. You can take it to the bank that when the BIG ONE finally hits the Bay area, all these pink twits will be screaming their fool heads off for the rest of us to come and dig them out. If there was ever a case for not rebuilding a destroyed city that would be it. I say let 'em rot in the rubble.

Anyone out there know how to start an earthquake?

Posted by: Russ Vaughn | Feb 15, 2008 12:44:22 PM