Therefore, from now on the GOP will be dubbed the Bloody Old Party (or BLOP). As in, “We are coming for what’s left of yours.”
Paul Ryan’s proposal will hereafter be referred to as “Vampire Medicare.”
Drain you dry and then you die,
Quickly, to the gates of dawn,
Insurance gangsters soldier on!
His budget as a whole shall be known as “Vampire Economics.”
Voodoo is so Reagan-esque.
Let’s propose a better test,
The blood! The fangs! The people rest!
The CEOs will come out best!
Groups of Bloppers will also be known as “the Sparklies,” for easier identification.
John Boehner and Eric Cantor, in their newfound immortality, will write this.
Anthem for a Block-Grant Nation
Oh say can you see,
By sorrow’s stolen light,
What so sickly we hailed,
At the New Deal’s last reaming,
Whose proud bites and thick scars
With their winning old fight
O’er the care they denied
Were so lavishly gleaming.
And the Koch-ster’s white hair,
Shone their corporate flair,
Gave proof through the night,
That our thieves were still there.
Oh say does that blood-spattered money yet wave
O’er the land of the poor,
And the graves of the brave!
Where’s Abraham Van Helsing when you need him?