It was the night before the 2011 congress ,and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a liberal louse. The Obamas were tucked in their beds, dreaming that Hawaii would make a good place too rule from, as images of Chairman Mao and Karl Marx danced through their heads, their stockings were hung with the greatest of care in hopes that Harry Reed, would appear and fill them with, pork barrel spending, cap and trade ,and the dream act.
Then to my supprise, what should appear, a tiny red sleigh being pulled by eight tiny conservatives, flying through the over regulated midnight air, and at the reigns was a jolly John Bainner cracking his whip, going ho ho ho down with Obama care, and all a good night.
