Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

At DNA Securities, they spit on Meehan's desk.
And a Church Hall gig's the only job that Linwood's gonna get.
Brodhead wears a tee-shirt that says "I'm a PC Chump."
And Victoria's election hopes are burned out like the Dump.

Barry's NAACP membership apparently is in doubt.
Tara headed for the Woods, Melanie boogie-boarded out.
While the Team Moms cook their turkeys, Ashley still is eating crow
And there are rumors, in months to come...more heads are yet to roll.

And Nifong, the disbarred disgrace, sits at home with Cy.
And only Best Bud Stephens can find a tear to cry.
Consumed by his own arrogance, ignorance and pride
He's left with time to ponder how he authored his demise.

And though some scoundrels still remain... and justice seems quite late
Today we count the victories, give thanks, and celebrate
For far away, at happy tables filled with family and friends
Dave and Collin , Reade and the Team give Thanks and say Amen!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Another 'winner' from Joan.
Thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Anonymous said...

thanks Joan - my favorite is still the turkey in the witness box
" So, You wrestled Farmer Jones for possession of the axe" ....

Anonymous said...

The side bar says it has taken 131 days ++ for Attorney General Cooper to BEGIN an investigation. It should be corrected to say that an investigation was REQUESTED.

Now when does it begin???

Anonymous said...

Sweetmick says:
As we look back this joyous Thanksgiving day, the outlook wasn't brilliant for Reade, Collin and Dave. The early score was all in Mikey's favor, and a straggling few of us got up to go in despair. But the tide turned, no DNA, time stamped photos, Elmo, and more. The dregs of Durham clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; they thought, if only Mikey could make it to trial, he's got a smoking gun; he'll knock it out of the park. From the throats of thousands of souls in Durham, lulus and flakes all, led by Brodhead and the Herald Scum, there rose a lusty yell. Here comes Mikey, he'll save the day, despite Mr. Obfuscation. There was ease in Mikey's manner, yes sir, so assured. And in the bottom of the 9th, Mikey strode to the plate. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright. The band is playing in New Jersey and Long Island, and somewhere hearts are light, but not at Duke, or at City Hall, or at Cash's house or Joyner's. No joy in Durham. The motherf*****g mighty Mikey has struck out.

LieStoppers said...

Dear 1:33 PM.

You are right! I changed it to,

"Time it has taken Roy Cooper to request a criminal investigation, sorta maybe"

131 Days, 11 Hours, 45 Minutes, 28 Seconds.

Put a merit point next to your Blog Hooligan Badge.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Baldo

Ruth said...

Clever cartoon and I particularly enjoyed the idea of "Team Moms" cooking their turkeys.

Happy Thanksgiving.

gc said...

Great Poem and Cartoon. Belated Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm grateful to be un-obsessed.