Toasted Mush
Slightly burned out after last night, what with the war and servers crashing left and right. I was paged at midnight, four and six in the morning. As it takes at least half hour for my brain to spin back down, I didn’t get much in the way of quality snooze. Wasn’t much in the way of grab-your-lapels-and-pull-you-in news for most of the day*, between that and my Frankenstein-like shambling through work, nothing struck a spark other than one line in Slate breakfast table discussion on the war.
I think it grieves their national pride to discover that their loud “non” has had no effect whatsoever.
It was enough of a spark, I suppose. Certainly it’s most likely all I’m going produce in the way of creativity today. You can hear the original here.
Froggy went A-Thwartin’
A Froggy started thwartin’ old Uncle Sam, uh-huh, uh-huh.
A Froggy told him he didn’t give a dam, uh-huh, uh-huh.
A Froggy started thwartin’ old Uncle Sam,
Said “That rez was just a sham.” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
He stepped out on the U.N floor, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Swore that he would stop the war, uh-huh, uh-huh.
He stepped out on the the U.N floor, uh-huh, uh-huh.
To preen and pose for the press corp, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
“When I say ‘Non’, that’s it you zee,” uh-huh, uh-huh
“Nussing can you do to to get a ‘Oui’,” uh-huh, uh-huh.
“When I say ‘Non’, that’s it you zee,”
“It make me full of joi de vive.” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Without my Premier Jacques’ consent, uh-huh, uh-huh.
You must the war give up for Lent, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Yes for my Premier Jacques’ assent,
Grovel and beg must your President. uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Then uncle Sam laughed at his pride, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Laughed until he nearly cried, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uncle Sam laughed right in his face
And he put Froggy in his place, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Froggy was important, or so he thought, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Till he found it was all for naught, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Froggy was important, or so he thought,
Should have left him under the Krauts, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
*It’s been three hours since I last saw a report, so for all I know Saddam has ridden out of Baghdad on a black Harley with a knife in his teeth to play chicken with a Bradley. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Update: Because I am anal about these things. Crambone!
Now tell me where it came from.