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Time for some Fitzmas Carols!


The reason for the season is treason . . . .

Time for some Fitzmas Carols!

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O Aspen Tree

O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
Your roots are all connected.
O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
But your sources aren't protected.
How shall we sell the war to them?
Just send some lies to Judy M.
O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
Your roots are all connected.

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O Little Town of Washington

O Little Town of Washington,
How still we see thee lie.
The folks below
Don't seem to know
That Fitzmas day is nigh.
The grand jury is weighing
Indictments `gainst these crooks.
Hopefully, we soon will see,
Fitzgerald throw the book!

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"Plame!" the White House Sources Say

"Plame!" the White House sources say,
"Wilson's wife is CIA!"
"She's the one who booked the trip"
"To debunk the Niger tip."
Slowly now the Aspens turn!
Fitz has energy to burn!
He'll flip the sources from the WHIG,
Turn this into something big!
"Plame!" the White House sources say,
"Wilson's wife is CIA!"

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Walking in a Beltway Wonderland!

Pundits talk, are you listening?
On Rove's brow, sweat is glistening.
A beautiful sight,
Fitz will indict,
Walking in a beltway wonderland!

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he is Preznit Bush.
We'll call him an indicted co-conspirator,
And then we'll start to kick him in the tush!

Can you tell, we're excited?
Just to see, who's indicted!
Those who have clout,
Will be frog-marched out,
Walking in a beltway wonderland!

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I'm dreaming of a white Fitzmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the aspens glisten
and bloggers listen
to hear indictments in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Fitzmas
With every Fitzmas post I make
May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Fitzmases be white

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"Nervous Gentlemen"
(To the tune of "God rest ye merry gentlemen")

Behold these nervous gentlemen
How great is their dismay
The rumors circle Washington
That soon comes Fitzmas day
The grand jury deliberates
Indictments `gainst these crooks.
Hopefully we'll see Fitzgerald throw the book!
Nailing these crooks!
Hopefully we'll see Fitzgerald throw the book!

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It's beginning to feel a lot like Fitzmas

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the mainstream press, critical once again
And calling for Dick Cheney's head to roll.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas,
Rumors on every blog,
But the prettiest sight to see is the frog march that will be
Out the White House door.

An indictment for treason and juries that reason
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Flacks that will talk and a public perp walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen;
And Bush and Rove wish they could count on war to start again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
There's a Grand Jury in Washington, one in Texas as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the press.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas;
Soon the writs will fall,
And the thing that will make them stick is the witnesses who flipped
In the jury hall.

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Silent Night

Silent night.
Paranoid night.
Charges loom
To Cheney's gloom.
Round yon President
ru-umors fly.
The Miers nomination
has go-one awry.
Watch! His numbers they plu-unge!!
Wa-atch, his numbers they plunge.

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Fitzmas night

Fitzmas night, sleepless night,
Fitz is going to indict
Round yon White House, rumors are wild
Cheney's lawyer: he's on speed-dial
Bloggers are going to feast
Bloggers are going to feast

Fitmas night, sleepless night
Wingnuts quake on the right
Indictments stream on Fitzmas day
Bloggers cheer "hip-hip-horray!"
Felons reap what they sow,
Felons reap what they sow

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"Nervous Gentlemen"
(To the tune of "God rest ye merry gentlemen")

Behold these nervous gentlemen
How great is their dismay
The rumors circle Washington
That soon comes Fitzmas day
The grand jury deliberates
Indictments `gainst these crooks.
Hopefully we'll see Fitzgerald throw the book!
Nailing these crooks!
Hopefully we'll see Fitzgerald throw the book!

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I'm dreaming of a white Fitzmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the aspens glisten
and bloggers listen
to hear indictments in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Fitzmas
With every Fitzmas post I make
May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Fitzmases be white

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Rove's nuts roasting on an open fire
Chimpy nipping at the blow
worthless alibis being sung by the choir
And folks dressed up in prison clothes

Everybody knows frog-marching and some
resignations help to make the season bright
Happy Kossacks with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Fitzie's on his way
He's got indictments and lots of charges on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if GOPigs really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Fitzmas
Merry Fitzmas
Merry Fitzmas to you

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another version
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Karl's nuts roasting on an open fire.
Scooter pacing in his cell.
Denials being sung by a partisan choir
And pundits screaming as in hell.

Everybody knows some turkeys with
Indictments help to make the season bright.
Democrats with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Fitz is on his route.
He's loaded lots of indiscretions in his suit.
And every dKos reader is gonna spy
To see if Cheney will really fry.

And so, I'm offering this
Simple phrase to kids from
One to ninety-two.
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways; "Merry Fitzmas to you"

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The Peanuts Gang chimes in

Fitzmastime is here,
Happiness and cheer,
Fun for all that CIA call,
The worst-est kind of smear.

Indictments in the air,
Lost memories everywhere,
Lawyers by the fireside,
And pointing over there.

Fitzmastime is here,
Felons drawing near,
Fun for all that CIA call,
The worst-est kind of smear.

Peanuts!

And the angel of justice came down
And indictments rained all around them.
And they were sore afraid.

And that's what Fitzmas is all about, Charlie Brown.

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It's beginning to feel a lot like Fitzmas

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the mainstream press, critical once again
And calling for Dick Cheney's head to roll.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas,
Rumors on every blog,
But the prettiest sight to see is the frog march that will be
Out the White House door.

An indictment for treason and juries that reason
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Flacks that will talk and a public perp walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen;
And Bush and Rove wish they could count on war to start again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
There's a Grand Jury in Washington, one in Texas as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the press.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas;
Soon the writs will fall,
And the thing that will make them stick is the witnesses who flipped
In the jury hall.

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Fitzie is coming to town

He's making a list
He's checking it twice
He's coming to put Karl Rove on ice
Fitzie is coming to town

He knows if you've been leaking
He knows if you're a fake
He knows if it's a cover up
So lie good for George's sake!

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Fra la la...

Cuff the thugs and book their hinnies
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Place them with their newfound hommies
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Find them each a place to dwell
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Lock `em up and wish `em hell
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Show them all the pain they caused us
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Noc's are not to be discussed
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Treasonous slimes used to die
Fra la la la la, la la la la
Ten to life for outing spy

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Karl, The Fat-Assed Liar

Karl the fat-assed liar
Four times he took the witness stand,
And if you heard his testimony
You would even say he's damned.

Now it's almost Fitzmas Eve,
Karl's breath is tight,
Cause the little fat-ass knows
Fitz is going to indict!

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"Oh nervous night" ..... ( / )

(to the tune of "oh holy night"..........

Oh nervous night
fitz light on lies is shining
it is the night
to indict till it hurts

Long may they jail
w spin and errors pining
till pardon comes
from a small desperate bush

a thrill of hope
a weary world rejoices
indictments break
on a new and glorious morn

fall on their plea (bargains)
oh hear the left rejoicing
oh frog march divine
oh march, hope they do time
oh march
oh march divine
hope they do time

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Fairytale in DC (A duet by Scooter & Judy)

(Scooter) You're a hack!
(Judy) You're on crack!
(Scooter) You're a part of this racket!
(Judy) If I testify you'll be run out of town

(Scooter) The aspens will turn ya!
(Judy) I swear it, I'll burn ya!

(together)
Merry Fitzmas, your arse
We're all going down

And the boys of the W.H.I.G. choir
Were singing all the way
But they'll all go straight to hell
On Fitzmas Day

Scooter Libby: "I could have BEEN someone"

Judy Miller: "WELL SO COULD ANYONE!
But I took notes on you, when I first found you..."

Scooter: "You're sinkin' WITH me babe...
we're goin' straight on down....
no more lunch for us in this town,
I built my dreams around YOU...."

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Silent Night

Silent night.
Paranoid night.
Charges loom
To Cheney's gloom.
Round yon President
ru-umors fly.
The Miers nomination
has go-one awry.
Watch! His numbers they plu-unge!!
Wa-atch, his numbers they plunge.

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We Need A Little Fitzmas

Haul out the handcuffs!
Get to the White House as the
Boys are frog-marched out!

It's so exciting
All the corruption will be
Fin'ly talked about!

(ooooh)

Cause we need a little Fitzmas!
Right this very minute!
Let's end all this PISS-mas
And watch the polls deflating
Cuz we need indictment spirit!
So we can cheer and jeer it!
We need a little Fitzmas NOWWWW.....

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Good King Fitzgerald

Covert status once leaked out
Of th'Administration
Lies were thick all round about
Misplaced incrimination

Good Fitzgerald knew their game
Tho' the spin was cruel
He knew who had it in for Plame
And took them all to schoo-ooooo-oool.

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Fitzmas night

Fitzmas night, sleepless night,
Fitz is going to indict
Round yon White House, rumors are wild
Cheney's lawyer: he's on speed-dial
Bloggers are going to feast
Bloggers are going to feast

Fitmas night, sleepless night
Wingnuts quake on the right
Indictments stream on Fitzmas day
Bloggers cheer "hip-hip-horray!"
Felons reap what they sow,
Felons reap what they sow

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Bring a Torch, Patrick Fitzgerald

Bring a torch, Patrick Fitzgerald
Bring a torch, come swiftly and run
Bush is toast, tell the folk of the village,
dKos is waiting, breath all baited,
Ah, ah, beautiful is the Prosecutor;
Ah, ah, beautiful is his work.

Hasten now, good folk of the village
Hasten now, the Indictments to see
You will see them soon in the morning
Quietly come and whisper softly
Hush, hush, peacefully now Fitz slumbers
Hush, hush, peacefully now Fitz sleeps.

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Up On the Rooftop

Up on the rooftop indictments wait
Out jumps good old Santa Fitz
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones
Fitzmas joys

Ho, ho, ho!
Rove has to go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Libby must go!
Up on the rooftop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Fitz

First comes the cuffing
Of little Karl
Oh, dear Patrick
Cuff him well
Give him a charge
And make him cry
One that's large
And shut his pie (hole)

Ho, ho, ho!
Bush has to go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Cheney must go!
Up on the rooftop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Fitz

Next comes the cuffing
Of big fat Dick
Oh, just see what
A glorious kick
Here is a hammer
And lots of tacks
Also a ball
And a whip that cracks

Ho, ho, ho!
Bush has to go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Cheney must go!
Up on the rooftop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Fitz

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'Twas The Week Before Fitzmas

'Twas the week before Fitzmas, when all through the White House,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The indictments were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Fitzgerald soon would be there.

The Freepers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of imperial wars danced in their heads.
Laura in her kerchief, and George in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
George sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, threw open the sash.

And what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
That I knew right away, that it must be St. Fitz.

More rapid than eagles his lawyers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and he indicted them by name:
"Now Rover, now Libby, now Matalin, now Cheney,
Now McClellan, now Rice, now Hughes, now Hadley!

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This material is priceless! Makes even me want to sing, tra la, tra la, tra la.

I can't wait for Fitzmas on October 28th!!!
(oh, pleeeeese, is there a Santa Claus?!)

Bush-igan's Island

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a horrid scam
That started with George W. Bush's vile plans
To invade Iraq

He falsified the evidence
The world would buy it, he was sure
In 2003 he invaded for what he said
Was a three-hour tour...a three-hour tour

But as Americans and Iraqis got killed
Into the limelight was tossed
Real evidence of George's plans
And he was truly lost...and he was truly lost

He had to resign and was exiled to
An uncharted desert isle...
With Karl Rove...
Dick Cheney too...
Condoleeza Rice...
Don Rumsfeld...
Alberto Gonzales...
Scooter Libby and Judith Miller...
Here on Bush's Isle!...hopefully

In memory, Bob Denver, 1935-2005

Not a Fitzmas carol but I hope we get to sing it soon. I call it "ode to dubya, former pres, reformed drunk and born again christian" Sung to the tune of bye, bye blackbird

Pack your bags and leave this town,
we don't need you here you clown
bye, bye dubya
Take Dick Cheney, Rumsfeld too, Condoleezza also you,
bye bye dubya
When you ran you said you would unite us,
since then all you've done is just divide us.
So when you leve just slam the door,
you aint welcome here no more.
BYE BYE GEORGE BUSH

Thank God ! We will soon see Jstice done in this Country. Once this bunch of Rummy-crooks who want to be remembered as "Great' are brought to the Lowest Rung of the Ladder Where they All Belong...Only then can we say Justice has Truly been Done. This will Not bring Back the Thousands of Lives that have been Thrown into this Bushite War Machine, but perhaps all of Those Sacrificed- for-no- good-cause- Souls can finally Rest in Peace. Thank YOU, Mr. Patrick FitzGerald for Fighting This Corrupt Regime For Us who cannot Figt For Ourselves ! Thank YOU !. May Justice Soon be Felt All through this Broken-Hearted Country, and throughout the world. May God Forever Bless YOU. VedaGF.

The Fitzmas Song

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Still attached to Karl Rove.
Seems the Grand Jury knows he’s a liar
So off to prison he must go.

Ev’rybody knows the lies that Dick and Scooter told
And Fitz is ready to indict.
News reporters with computers aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know Fitzgerald’s on his way
He’s got indictments coming down – maybe today!
And ev’ry White House staffer has to spy
To see if Georgie is really staying dry.

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To those who feel the way I do,
Hold on tight – “06 ain’t far away
Merry Fitzmas to you.

Off To Jail

Libby’s perp walk, Cheney’s perp walk,
Dressed in orange prison style.
In the air there’s a feeling of Fitzmas.

Bush is thinking about drinking
Rove has run out of guile
And from ev-er-y court judge you hear:

“Off to jail, without bail

I have read all the blogs and all the comments, but lets not start celebrating too soon. They are still in control and we are still the minorty. The other half will still believe them. We should not be jumping for joy and just be taking a wait and see attitude. Hopefully justice will prevail, but it hasn't yet.

The Carol of the Fitz

Hark to the Fitz, on high he sits
Seems he will say, “Busted today

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