Fraters Libertas

Song Dedication

Pat Robertson on the American judiciary:

Acknowledging several passages from his new book - where he charged that liberals were engaging in "an all-out assault on Christianity," and that Democrats wanted to appoint judges who would "dismantle our Christian culture" - Robertson told ABC that the federal judiciary, as currently constituted, represents the biggest threat to America in its history. He warned: "They're destroying the fabric that holds our nation together."

His interviewer, George Stephanopolous, asked whether Robertson was saying that the threat posed by federal judges was more dire than the Civil War, World War II, and the terrorists who struck on Sept. 11. Robertson replied: "I really believe that. ... I think that the gradual erosion of the consensus that's held our country together is probably more serious than a few bearded terrorists who fly into buildings."

This goes out to you Pat, courtesy of the band Cake.

Ok
All right
Oh no
This one, this one, this one

Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face for more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets

Now, heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face for more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets

(Shut the f***) up
Yo, shut the f*** up
(Shut the f***)
Right, right, learn to buck up
(Shut the f***)
Right, shut the f*** up, hey, ho
(Shut the f***)
Now, now learn to buck up

(1, 2, a-1, 2, 3, 4!)

Now, nimble fingers that dance hall numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

Now, nimble fingers that dance hall numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

(Shut the f***) up
Yo, shut the f*** up
(Shut the f***)
Right now learn to buck up
(Shut the f***)
Right, shut the f*** up yeah, ho! Yow!
(Shut the f***) Yow! Yow! Yow!
Learn to buck up

Now, simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey's fires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

Now, clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey's fires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

(Shut the f***)
All right
Ok
I don't(Shut the f***) wanna
I don't wanna hear it that's right
(Shut the f***)
Oh no, ok, I don't wanna
(Shut the f***)
I don't wanna
(Shut the f***)
Yeeaahh, ho, yow!
(Shut the f***)
I don't wanna...I don't wanna...

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