How
the Gorinch Stole the Election
Every
Who down in Who-ville thought laws meant a lot...
But
the Gorinch who wished to rule Who-ville did NOT!
The
Gorinch was a liar, he lied without reason!
He
made up wild stories the whole voting season.
It
could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It
could be he simply just wasn't too bright.
But
I think that the most likely reason of all
May
have been that he just had no ethics at all.
But
whatever the reason,
His
ethics or brains,
He
stood there on voting day, dreaming of gains.
While
the voters were choosing with each little push
of
a button, they gave the election to Bush.
For
he knew every Who down in Who-ville below,
would
give his career a right jolly heave-ho.
"They're
punching their ballots" he sneered with a sneer.
"And
tomorrow its final, it's practically here!"
Then
he growled with his Gorinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I
MUST find a way to stop justice from coming!"
For
tomorrow he knew,
All
the women and men,
Would
wake bright and early and turn on CNN.
And
then! Oh the noise! The Republican cheers!
We're
Democrat - free, if just for four years.
Then
the Whos young and old, would sit down to a feast,
And
toast a Republican toast at the least.
They
would toast to the truth and to lower taxation,
Two
subjects that gave the Gorinch great vexation.
Then
he got an idea!
An
illegal idea.
The
Gorinch got a slimy illegal idea!
"I
know just what to do" The Gorinch looked at the clock.
And
he beckoned his lawyers from under their rocks.
He
plotted and thought, then he thought and he plotted,
They
connived and conspired with brains most besotted.
All
I need's an excuse...
The
Gorinch looked around.
But
excuses were scarce, there were none to be found.
The
law was quite clear, but the Gorinch simply said.
"If
I can't find a reason I'll invent one instead!"
So
he called CNN as the others would follow,
He
gave them a script which was all rather hollow.
"Dispense
with the truth, tell a lie and repeat it"
"If
they hear it enough then those suckers will eat it"
Tell
make-believe stories to all you can reach,
and
tell of the morons who live in Palm Beach.
We
won't call them 'stupid' or names that will linger,
Even
though they could be on the next Jerry Springer.
Then
he loaded some bags like a loser demented,
With
thousands of ballots though no law consented.
And
proceeded to handle them, changes were simple,
Making
up rules about doubles and dimples.
Just
dislodge a few chads and the numbers start changing,
Invent
a new rule if they need re-arranging.
So
the Gorinch grabbed the ballots and started to cheat,
When
he heard a small noise sounding quite like defeat.
He
turned around fast, it was Katherine Harris,
Who
held up the law... and the Gorinch was embarrassed!
The
Gorinch had been caught by this Florida daughter,
Who
dumped on his plans a great bucket of water.
She
stared at the Gorinch and said "Back off, buster"
"I've
read the law and this doesn't pass muster"
And
the Gorinch had no answer, he knew it was true.
Without
lies his political life would be through.
But
the Gorinch was so slimy and ever so slick,
He
thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
"I'm
not making changes" the old master lied
"There's
a chad on this ballot that's dislodged on one side"
"So
I'm taking it home for my cronies to mount it"
"Then
we'll bring it back here so we can re-count it"
And
his fib made the news, which proceeded to sell it
Like
snake-oil salesmen they continued to yell it.
Piling
the lies just as high as a steeple,
and
telling the world "Its the will of the people"
He
stole enough votes to defraud the election,
Depriving
the Whos of their right to selection.
Establishing
precedent of the most dire sort,
Now
every election will be handled in court.
This
isn't a story that ends with a line
that
the Gorinch will suddenly sprout enough spine
to
concede that he lost and just step aside
He'll
cheat and he'll lie till his last hope has died.
Only
Whos can stand up for the Who-Constitution,
And
bring this election to swift resolution.
By
writing and calling, by shouting and faxing,
By
holding to law in a grip unrelaxing.
For
whatever your politics, all should be joined
in
belief that the White House cannot be purloined.