Arpaio Investigation Closes in on Obama Birth Certificate Fraud.

**scott e.** · Aug 08 2012, 02:16 PM

Originally Posted by SFJEFF

A Poem For Anti-Birthers and Obots
by Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter

The first day of April is special to us.
The Birthers don’t see why we make such a fuss.
It seems like the answer is perfectly clear.
We only fib this one day of the year.

The Birthers, they do it day in and day out,
And the newness wore off. They got jaded no doubt.
But to us, it’s like Christmas, so we hold it dear.
We only fib this one day of the year.

So the Birthers look on as we laugh and we play.
They don’t understand. They look on in dismay.
Their innocence lost forever I fear.
But we only fib this one day of the year

Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter

the national anthem by francis scott key:

please stand.....

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!