Speaking of which, this is from a Mad Magazine spoof of the John Birch Society back in the '50s:
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the Reds!
They are tearing up Old Glory into sixty million shreds.
They are hiding in our closets; they are underneath our beds.
Let's fight, until they're gone!
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy!
Let's fight, until they're gone!
They are running through my kitchen, and that really makes me mad;
I have counted four this morning - that's including Mom and Dad;
They will soon take over Pittsburgh and rename it...er...Volgograd.
Let's fight, until they're gone!
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy!
Let's fight, until they're gone!
They are peeping in my windows every night when I watch Paar;
I have found them in the glove compartment of my family car.
They are swinging through the tree-tops; they control the D. A. R.!
Let's fight, until they're gone!
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy!
Let's fight, until they're gone!
I have seen them in the cages of the park menagerie;
I have learned that all but one are in the Birch Society.
Right now I'm in the process of investigating ME!
Let's fight, until we're gone!
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy,
Glory, glory Joe McCarthy!
Let's fight, until they're gone!
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“Never do anything you can't take back.”
—Rocky Russo
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