Chris Leithiser wrote: >
> Tune: "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear"
> ======================================
>
> There came upon the stage a Clear
> The first one e'er to be found
> From Dianetics a super-girl
> With powers sure to confound:
> "A perfect mem'ry, unyielding health
> Reactive mind cast away"
> The audience enraptured sat
> To see the mental display
>
> Still wait the skeptics to see a Clear
> For she failed every test:
> Could not recall a science text
> Nor tie on Ron Hubbard's chest
> Ol' L-Ron fluttered, embarrassed he
> Did bend and twist the tale
> Excusing failure, ignoring proof
> The scam was doomed to fail.
>
> Yet with the crimes of Ron's sordid life
> The world has suffered long
> Between his book and the cult he led
> Full fifty years of wrong
> But wogs untold now know the score
> The suffering that they bring
> Come up, Miscavige, to present time
> And hear the fat lady sing!
Hip hip hooray for Chris! Your series of holiday songs are brilliant, incisively hilarious! El Queso should do a whole album of them! Keep 'em coming, you're a one-man laff riot! I am so disappointed I couldn't make it to LA...I'd love to meet you in person. (or thetan, or meat, whatever...) -- Barb Chaplain, ARSCC http://members.home.net/bwarr1/index.htm SHOULD THE GOVERNMENT INVESTIGATE $CIENTOLOGY? Sign the petition at http://www4.PetitionOnline.com/cofs1/
"Every week, every month, every year, every decade and now every century, Scientology does weird and stupid things to damage its own reputation." -Steve Zadarnowski "Comparing Scientology to a motorcycle gang is a gross, unpardonable insult to bikers everywhere. Even at our worst, we are never as bad as Scientology." -ex-member, Thunderclouds motorcycle "club" "$cientology sees the world this way: One man with a picket sign: terrorism. Five thousand people dead in a deliberate inferno: business opportunity. $cientology oozes _under_ terrorists to hide." -Chris Leithiser From: "Feisty" <sunny@skytoday.com>
Subject: Re: Monday's Carol for Concerned "Critic"
Message-ID: <T6rT7.973$4%1.494049@news20>
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 12:49:22 -0600
Organization: Jump.Net

Chris Leithiser <cleithis@bc.cc.ca.us> wrote in message news:3C1E13B9.BD58D084@bc.cc.ca.us... > Tune: "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear"
> ======================================
>
> There came upon the stage a Clear
> The first one e'er to be found
> From Dianetics a super-girl
> With powers sure to confound:
> "A perfect mem'ry, unyielding health
> Reactive mind cast away"
> The audience enraptured sat
> To see the mental display
>
> Still wait the skeptics to see a Clear
> For she failed every test:
> Could not recall a science text
> Nor tie on Ron Hubbard's chest
> Ol' L-Ron fluttered, embarrassed he
> Did bend and twist the tale
> Excusing failure, ignoring proof
> The scam was doomed to fail.
>
> Yet with the crimes of Ron's sordid life
> The world has suffered long
> Between his book and the cult he led
> Full fifty years of wrong
> But wogs untold now know the score
> The suffering that they bring
> Come up, Miscavige, to present time
> And hear the fat lady sing!
I like it! Hey, I was thinking the same thing, only I couldn't finish it yesterday! How could a song with the word "Clear" not be used in this case? !
It Never Came that State of Clear
It never came that state of clear, That moldy cliche of old, From preclears bending near the earth To be reamed of assets not sold! "Peace on the earth, good will to men," From Xenu's all gracious Ron! The world in utter ruin won't lay To hear the lawyers sing. Still through the imagined skies they come The renegades of the Marcarbs, And still their awful clusters float O'er all the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They stick to bank accounts. And ever o'er Ron's Babylon clones The blessed preclears bow. Yet with the woes of attached bt's The world hath suffered long; Beneath the Xenu-curse have tolled 75,000,000 years of wrong; And man, at war with Ron, hears not The real song which he brings: "O hush the noise, ruin them utterly, And hear my lawyers sing." For lo! the days are hastening on, The SEC has bards foretold, When, with the ever-circling fears, Shall not come the Age of Gold; When arrests take place over all the earth Its ancient shredders can't fling, And all the world give back the song Which now the lawyers sing.
Feisty

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