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Robert Spencer on Jawa Radio

March 25th, 2008 at 5:35 pm by Preston Taylor Holmes

Robert Spencer, one of my favorite writers/thinkers, will be on Jawa Radio tonight. Unfortunately, I’m going out for the evening and will have to tune in to the archived version. You should listen in if you can.


5 Responses to “Robert Spencer on Jawa Radio”

  1. george Says:

    Apologies to Don McClean….

    A long, long time ago…
    I can still remember
    How those misspoken tales used to make me smile.
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make the entitled dance
    And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

    But the primaries made me shiver
    With every lie that I’d deliver.
    Bad news on the doorstep;
    I couldn’t fake one more step.

    I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his intern’s pride,
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day my campaign died.

    So bye-bye to the Clinton’s big lie.
    Drove my 4×4 to the rally,
    Even though the gas was so high
    And them hagged out old hippies were all getting high
    Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
    If the right wins again we will die.”

    Did you support homosexual love,
    And can you have faith in God above,
    If the Bible tells you it ain’t so?
    Do you believe in marriage vows,
    Can an honest female agree with NOW
    And can you teach me how to lie real slow?

    Well, I know that you’re in love with it
    `cause you lie and stammer and feed us shit.
    You both kicked off the truth
    Man, I dig being on the news.

    I was a lonely teenage liberal schmuck
    With big ideas and a lot of pluck,
    But I knew I was out of luck
    The day liberal ideas died.

    I started singin’,
    So bye-bye to the Clinton’s big lie.
    Drove my 4X4 to the rally,
    Even though the gas was so high
    And them hagged out old hippies were all getting high
    Singin’, “this’ll be the day that we die.
    If the right wins again we will die.”

    Now for eight years the left has been on its own
    And the web grows fat on what they’ve sown,
    But that’s not how it used to be.
    When NPR sang for the king and queen,
    With a line they borrowed from someone mean
    And a voice that came from neither you or me,

    Oh, and while the king was looking down,
    The bimbos erupted all around.
    His defense was a mess
    The evidence was on a dress
    And while Hillary wrote a book on marx,
    CNN practiced spinning in the park,
    And they sang protests in the dark
    The day her campaign died.

    We were singing,
    So bye-bye to the Clinton’s big lie.
    Drove my 4X4 to the rally,
    Even though the gas was so high
    And them hagged out old hippies were all getting high
    Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
    If the right wins again we will die.”

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
    Her aides flew back to their homeless shelter,
    Eight points down and falling fast.
    She landed foul on the grass.
    The players tried for a Bosnian save,
    But You Tube put it in its grave..

    Now the post election air was sweet perfume
    While the pundits stayed with a dying tune.
    We all got up to dance,
    Oh, but we never got the chance!
    `cause the Clintons tried to take the field;
    The Illinois racist refused to yield.
    Do you recall what was revealed
    The day her fate was sealed ?

    We started singing,
    So bye-bye to the Clinton’s big lie.
    Drove my 4X4 to the rally,
    Even though the gas was so high
    And them hagged out old hippies were all getting high
    Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
    If the right wins again we will die.”

    Oh, and there they were all in one place,
    An ideology lost in space
    With no time left to start again.
    So come on: Bill be nimble, Bill be quick!
    Carville sat on a candlestick
    Cause lefties are the devil’s only friend.

    Oh, and she watched Obama on the stage
    Her hands were clenched in fists of rage.
    No angel born in hell
    Could break that satan’s spell.
    And as the polls climbed high into the night
    To light the sacrificial rite,
    I saw Karl Rove laughing with delight
    The day her campaign died

  2. Brian Says:

    I may have to tune in for Spencer. Assuming they can get BlogTalkRadio to pull their thumb out of their ass this time.

  3. Vinnie Says:

    They did pull their thumb out, it went flawlessly.

    Thanks for the linky, stinky!

    :mrgreen:

  4. Brian Says:

    I caught about half of it. Spencer knows his stuff.

  5. Swamp Rabbit Says:

    Love the Spencer, brilliant man.

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