IF I WASN'T SO DAMN OLD

I should wear a heavy sweater
Or maybe two is better
Because it’s so damn cold
 
Building snowmen and igloos
Doing anything that I choose
If I wasn’t so damn old!
 

Watching dogs jump in a snowdrift
Your spirit gets a huge lift
Or so I have been told
 
But I see dogs enjoying
And think that it’s so annoying
That I am so freaking old
 

Now I
Can’t tell you why
The snow falls from the sky
 
And I know
The wind will blow
I just can’t say
Where it will go
 

So I while away the hours
Remembering the flowers
That grow when it’s not cold
 
And the joy that it will bring
When the calendar says it’s Spring
Cause you see I’m so damn old!

RACIST GOP SPEECH

 MCCONNELL'S MLK DAY SPEECH - UNCOVERED
I am happy to join with you today in what has become a sad day in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago a misguided Republican President signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
This horrendous decree gave hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of justice.
It came as a shock to law abiding slave owners.
But 100 years later the Negro still is not free.
One hundred years later the life of the Negro is still badly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.
One hundred years later the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.
One hundred years later the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land.
So we’ve come here today to celebrate the failure of that proclamation.
When the architects of our Republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Black men were only four fifths of a white man and therefore did not count.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow their protests to degenerate into physical violence against white men.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead and stay ahead of the black man. We cannot turn back but should be aware they are behind us.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is being given equal rights.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is allowed to increase.
We can never be satisfied as long as our children are forced to go to schools with their children.
Remember, America is “For Whites Only.”
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro in Mississippi, or any state for that matter, can vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I say to you today, my friends, though, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.
It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all white men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia sons of former slaves will be able to sit down together at the table of their masters without fear of going too hungry.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering in heat, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice for all white men.
I have a dream that my little children and all children of white Republicans will one day live in a nation where they will not have to worry about the color of their skin causing them to be questioned about their character.
I have a dream!
I have a dream that one day in Alabama, its governor will look upon an all white electorate and not worry about reelection.
I have a dream today . . . This will be the day when all of God’s white children will be able to sing with new meaning. “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountain side, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that. Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountain side.
Let freedom ring.
When we allow freedom to ring—when we let it ring from every city and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, white men and white women, Protestants and Catholics, and all good Christians will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, “Free at last, Free at last, Great God a-mighty, We are free at last.

donald trump, grifter star

Every day I look at this I don’t understand
How’d we let this death toll get so far out of hand
We’d have managed better if we had a health plan
Why’d we choose such a backward fool and such an evil man
 
If we had HRC she’d have cured the whole nation
dt in DC gave us sick tweet communication
 
How’d we choose so wrong
How’d we choose so wrong
How’d he last so long
How’d we choose so wrong
 

Only want to know
Only want to know
Only want to know
I only want to know

donald trump, conman star
Do you know that's what they say you are
donald trump, grifter star
Who are you, how did you get so far?

donald trump, donald trump

You have no sense and you have no class
donald trump, donald trump
How’d we get stuck with his lying ass