Rand Paul – Fiscal Insanity
🎄 I wrote and performed my own scary version of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas 🎄 Enjoy! pic.twitter.com/IHI0uNyW0N
— Rand Paul (@RandPaul) December 20, 2022
[Loosely transcribed] T’was the week before Christmas and through the Senate and House not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The earmarks were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The senators were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of pork danced in their heads.
No budget was found, just mischief and debt while the taxpayers hung their poor heads and wept.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter senators sprang from their oxygen. What was the matter?
Away to the window they flew like a flash tore open the shutters when they heard the word cash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid day to objects below when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a 4000 page OMNI with endless debt year after year.
With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St.
Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now McConnell, now Schumer, now Pelosi and Vixen, on Biden, on Stupid, on Dumber and Blitzen.
To Debt, to bankruptcy, to free money for all. Now dash away, dash away, more cash for all. And then, in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As the economy threatened to run aground down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound he was drawn rest all in fur from his head to his foot. And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of ear marks he had flung on his back an appropriator’s dream opening his pack, his eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how marrying his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
This spending season instead of naughty and nice Santa brought everyone something regardless of price. He was chubby and plump – a ripe, jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head he said not to worry there’s always the Fed.
He spoke not a word and went straight to his work. Undeterred by the debt he turned with a jerk.
For naughty Pentagon that lost billions last year a fat stocking with extra cash and cheer. And don’t forget a delicious candy cane sweet worth $40 billion to tide over Ukraine.
Because of the climate, it’s not PC to leave coal. No one seems to care because there are trillions in the hole. Don’t worry about leaving the budget of mess. Democrats have given you 87,000 agents of the IRS.
So St. Nick laid his finger aside his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose, he sprang to his sleigh his economist a GOG numbing the pain. With a cup of eggnog. Up, up and away through the countries that scatters free stuff for all, sky high prices don’t matter.
His last words as the wind lifted his sleigh “if people lack money, just print it’s. Okay.” But I heard him explain. as he drove out of sight “happy bankruptcy to all and to all a good.”
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