The Pendragon's Hall

It never ceases to amaze me how Democrats and their cronies in the media seek to "bully" the rest of the country into seeing the world through their eyes. If the truth isn't the way they want it, they make it up. To listen to them now, you'd think Iraq had erupted into violence and our leaders were frantically trying to smooth things over any way they can. Instead, in one of the smartest moves of the war, the Marines dropped a five-hundred-pound bomb on a mosque harboring radicals (something they should have done way sooner if you ask me--you want to use your religion to kill our troops, let's see how your religion likes being homeless) and according to sources on the spot, things are cracking down. Nobody was taken by surprise and our troops are not dejected. This from people on the ground not sitting in cushy offices in New York City. But they'll keep toeing the party line over at NYT and WP and Pravda magazine. I actually ran across a song earlier today that I think fits the situation well. So this is dedicated to all those well-meaning people, particularly African-Americans, who have been conned into thinking the Democrats have their best interests in mind. My apologies to Michael Card, who wrote it, for borrowing it in this context but I think the application is particularly fitting:

These are the clothes that you must wear
And this is how to cut your hair;
You'll act just like we tell you to,
You better give up, better dance to the bully's tune.

As he sings this simple, stupid song,
You'd better give up and go along;
You'll look just like some sad cartoon.
'Cause that's your life when you dance to the bully's tune.

"We played this song and you did not dance,
"We sang a dirge--this is your last chance
"To do just what we tell you to,
"You'd better wise and dance to the bully's tune."

The more you see, you know it's true:
The world will tell you what to do,
But don't give ear to the big baboon
And don't give in, don't dance to the bully's tune.

They'll play their songs but you won't dance;
They'll sing a dirge but there's not a chance
That you'll do what they tell you to,
'Cause you won't listen, no, you won't listen to the bully's tune.