In 1994, when my protests fell lamely through the nets and sifters of the MSM and the Clintons were not only reelected ’96 but Janet Reno retained her post as Attorney General, I knew America was in for the longest spiritual bloodletting of her entire history.I feel so sad for those poor American slaves and their communist guarantees of free health care and education and full employment.
Mankind’s last and greatest hope for continued individual freedom and responsibility, the United States of America, had been co-opted by the most cunning sabotage efforts in world history.
The Soviets and their KBG, ordered initially by Joseph Stalin to primarily infiltrate the “soft underbelly” of the American performing arts, had successfully turned Hollywood and New York into its very own propaganda machine.
The subsequent invasions of Washington D.C. and the White House by the increasingly radical Left became inevitable until we ended up with a President Barack Obama.
Oh wait, I was really looking for this one, which makes me shed tears for being so ridiculously innocent and happy-sounding.
Oh my god the lyrics:
(One little two little three Canadians)
We love thee
(Now we are twenty million)
(Four little five little six little Provinces)
Proud and free
(Now we are ten and the Territories sea to sea)
North south east west
There'll be happy times,
Church Bells will ring, ring, ring
It's the hundredth anniversary of
Ev'rybody sing together!
(Un petit, deux petits, trois Canadiens)
(Maintenant, nous sommes vingt million)
(Quatre petites, cinq petites, six petites provinces)
(Et nous sommes dix plus les Territoires; Longue vie)
Rah! Vive le Canada!
Three cheers Hip, Hip, Hooray!
That's the order of the day
Frère Jacques Frère Jacques
Merilly we roll along
Together all the way
(Repeat second chorus)
Isn't that echo of one-little-two-little-three-little Indians sweet and totally non-racist?