Remember The Gingrich who stole X-Mas?

Well, what should we call this?

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[Lone Wolf]

I've been a good boy this year, why am I going to be punished? I'd rather have a lump of coal!

[B by Madtown]

Lone Wolf, You can't have coal--you might be tempted to burn it and thus ruin the ozone!

[Brew City Firefighter]

"Gift" definition: something voluntarily transferred by one person to another without compensation.
I guess Webster will have to redefine the word after the "free" health care kicks in.

[Maddie - Saukville]

Can I return my gift now?

[Maddie - Saukville]

A package of underpants would be great.

[Sarah L.]

X-Speaker of the House, using the "Christmas" only when benefitting her ... why didn't she call it the "Holiday Season gift"?

[Sarah L.]

the'gift' that we get to pay for ... again and again!

[Maddie - Saukville]

"The Speaker that Screwed Santa's Specialist"?

"The Witch that Warped Winter"?

"The Kook who Killed Kwanzaa"?

"The Frozen Nancy who put the final nail in Felice Navidad"?

"The Rep that Raped Rudolph, and anyone else with a red nose"?

Or should we all simply recite a favorite yuletide message of gratitude and good tidings such as:

Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Nancy Pelosi, first female Speaker of the House of Representatives, right here tonight. I want her brought from her happy holiday slumber over there on Lombard Street with all the other rich people and I want her brought right here, with a big ribbon on her head, and I want to look her straight in the eye and I want to tell her what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit she is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?

Or was that what Clark Griswold wanted? I always confuse the two.

[Joyce]

Santa, I've not been that good this year... take me off the list.

Where does Wicked Witch of the West get off calling this a gift... Who pays for their own Christmas present?

If it arrives, it'll probably be marked "Postage Due". In that case, just write on it "Return to Sender".

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Just for Christmas? How about Kwanzaa? Or any of the other myriad "holiday celebrations" that all just happen to fall around at that time? Is she saying that just those who believe in Christmas are the only ones getting this? Is she deranged????

[Lone Wolf]

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE OBAMACARE.

Twas the night before Obamacare, and all through the White House
The Lunatic Libs were all celebrating, including Pelosi, that louse.
The Constitution was draped over the back of a chair
Is forcing this on our country legal? All replied “We Don’t Care!”

Americans, every one of them, tossed and turned in their beds
While visions of socialism danced in their heads.
And Pelosi in her ‘kerchief and Gibbs in a dunce cap
Waited for the signature of “The chosen one”, boy what a sap!

When down in the Oval Office, there arose such a clatter
Can’t Obama find a pen? What could be the matter?
Away to the Oval Office they scurried like rats
“Someone bring a pen”, “Don’t forget our party hats.”

The moon that was reflecting off the new fallen snow
Filled the room with a strange, eerie, forbidding glow.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But the Declaration of Independence up in flames and Obama cracking a beer.

With a sneer on his lips and a devilish smirk
Obama remarked “look, see what I’m doing”, Gosh, what a jerk!
More rapid than eagles they all started to chant
And while stamping their feet, they began screaming this rant.

“Down with Liberty!” “Down with Freedom!” “Down with Personal Choice!”
They shouted as one, in one common voice.
To the top of the Capital, to the top of Kentucky’s Freedom Hall
You could hear them all screaming “Obamacare for them all.”

So up to his desk top Obama did climb
And yelled “I’m all out of beer, someone get me some wine!”
He stumbled and swayed as he rose up his glass
And said “Here’s to myself America, you can all kiss my ass.”

As he pranced and he giggled and spun round and round
Into his office came Joe Biden goose stepping with a bound.
He was dressed in his pj’s , from his head to his feet
Saw his idol singing and dancing and said “This is sweet.”

A bag full of pens he had flung on his back
On his mouth were the crumbs from a late night Big Mac.
His eyes, oh how blood shot, his wrinkles so deep
His posture so spineless, Wow what a creep!

We must get this bill signed, it must turn into law
He gave Pelosi the pens which she took with her paw
Getting down from the desk and back into his chair
Obama was ready to sign, this would surely be fair.

As the pen went to paper on this tragic event
I actually think Pelosi was “pitching a tent.”
There was complete silence, no one took a breath
Democracy in America had been sentenced to death.

“With the stroke of my pen” Obama said “we will win”
It was just at that moment Divine Intervention stepped in
As he started to sign what had caused such a stink
Nothing was happening, for all pens had no ink.

But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight
“I’ll still going to kill America, just not tonight.”

[Lone Wolf]

Just noticed I made an error in the last sentence. It should be:

"I'm still going to kill America, just not tonight."

Damn spellchecker.

[Maddie - Saukville]

Love it LW.

[Joyce]

Fun read LWolf.

Too bad the prescription the Dems are handing out will be the hardest medicine of all to swallow.