Lies are pretty
oh so pretty
so witty and pretty today
Ahmadinejad,
you’ll charm foolish little fools tonight
Om,Qom,Qum
bum a missile
Om,Qom,Qum
spin uranium
Lies to infidels,
peoples’ souls,
UN toads,
for the codes
Loud!
Lies are pretty
oh so pretty
so witty and pretty today
Ahmadinejad,
you’re such a charming peach tonight
Oh Ahmadinejad,
our prayers are a rose without perfume
It might be true that gambling is wrong, but it’s expedient to play poker with the West. Those pompous buffoons love games and it keeps them from reporting on our internal affairs. We have all the cards, deal from the bottom, with Machiavellian cards wild and Ahmadinejad the joker.
Perhaps we’ll play with the Western mice. We have them by the tail. Our tales seem to please them like a bed time story that puts them to sleep while we out-maneuver our internal opponents. Perhaps we’ll offer the Chinese mouse a piece of oily cheese. The Russians will make money selling us missiles. America is too weak to offer anything but meaningless concessions and rhetoric: sure, let the UN inspect something or other — they can parade around if they like, maybe stop to say a prayer of pontification.
So Obama knew from Bush long ago that we were building a holy tunnel for the glory of Iran. So what. We have our ace in the hole. China needs our oil and they are on the security council. Russia? Um, by the way, perhaps we will appoint new ambassadors to Ossetia, Abkhazia, and Chechya.
