{"article":{"id":24700,"heading":"T.N.B.C. 2002","author":"Lee Hall","created":"2002-12-26 01:25:58","modified":"2002-12-26 01:25:58","last_modified":"Thu, 26 Dec 2002 08:25:58","article":"<br>  <br> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,  <br><br> not a critic was stirring, for stirring was banned.  <br><br> A thousand brown prisoners, snug in their cells,  <br><br> all held without charges or tinsel or bells;  <br><br> and mamma was wrapped in the national flag,  <br><br> while we sang \".Where there's never a boast or a brag.\"  <br><br> When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,  <br><br> I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.  <br><br> Away to the TV I flew like a flash;  <br><br> I then watched \"Survivor\" and reruns of \"Mash.\"  <br><br> The fireworks, exploding above the new snow,  <br><br> gave a luster of objects to people below.  <br><br> When what saw my wondering eyes in the flashes:  <br><br> a miniature George Bush and eight tiny fascists!  <br><br> Their jerseys were blue and said \"WORLD DOMINATION\";  <br><br> I knew right away this was not just claymation.  <br><br> More rapid than eagles the warlords they came,  <br><br> as the little Bush whistled and called them by name:  <br><br> \"Now, Daschle! now, Ashcroft! Now Strom, don't relent!  <br><br> On, Poindexter, Rumsfeld! on Henry and Trent!  <br><br> To the top of the globe, while the crowd's at the mall,  <br><br> nowbomb away, bomb away, bomb away all!\"  <br><br> His sack had a war game for each girl and boy;  <br><br> his pocket, four billion from just Illinois.  <br><br> Far up on his high seat the driver did mount,  <br><br> with more massive weapons than Kofi could count.  <br><br> And then, I heard sounds from away off somewhere,  <br><br> the booming of bombs that were bursting in air.  <br><br> As I drew in my head, and was turning around,  <br><br> down the chimney old Dick Cheney came with a bound.  <br><br> He said not a word, nor disclosed his location;  <br><br> he wiretapped my house in the name of the nation.  <br><br> Then holding the strings of his little Bush puppet,  <br><br> he went to the chimney and quickly rose up it.  <br><br> The sleigh was still running, but Dick didn't hurry;  <br><br> gas guzzlers, it seemed, were no longer a worry.  <br><br> He popped the champagne and exclaimed as he served it,  <br><br> \"The world is now ours, and GOD DAMN, we deserve it!\"  <br><br>  <br>  <br> \n","contact":"","link":"","address":"","phone":"","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"T.N.B.C. 2002","numcomment":0,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/","filesize":null,"article_url":"\/news\/2002\/12\/24700.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[]}