...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

Today's protest song: With apologies to one hit wonder/original raging granny, Malvina Reynolds:

Little thought cops, little thought cops,

Little thought cops on the HRCs.

Little thought cops, little thought cops

And they all think just the same.

There’s a tall one and a short one

And a fat one and a skinny one

And they all get put on HRCs

Where they all think just the same.

They hold hearings,

They make rulings,

And they punish miscreants

Who have said something impolite

And who may not think just the same.

They are censors; we’re defenceless,

And they’re riding roughshod over us.

Know what’s best for us--

That’s what’s stressed to us

So we’ll all think just the same.

They’re so earnest when they spurn us

And tell us to put a sock in it.

Their advice is: “Opt for niceness

So we’ll all think just the same.”

It’s so chilling that we’re willing

To bow down and kowtow to them.

Where’s our gumption when th’assumption

Is we must think just the same?

And the people in this country

Aren’t free like we used to be

‘Cause of thought cops on the HRCs

Who insist we think just the same.

Posted by: scaramouche at 16:50 | link | comments (2)

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#1  13 August 2008 - 21:20

 

We've come a long way from the camp rendition of that one (the title of which I'm too embarrassed to mention here).
Love, E.

Anonymous

#2  14 August 2008 - 09:48

 

I was thinking the same thing.

scaramouche

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