The gales of November

By Lisa Fabrizio

As each day goes by, the ink of the headlines themselves seem to grow darker in bold desperation; "The Time to Debate Healthcare is Over," declares President Obama. But what, you may ask, is the hurry? The president and his aides know that the public has no love for his takeover of a huge chunk of the American economy, not to mention the perils it portends for the quality of the care itself. They also know that the electoral clock is quickly ticking toward the 2010 congressional elections where, as we all know, winds of November can be most cruel.

The legend lives on from old Honest Abe on down
Of the group that they call "Grand Old Party."
The media it's said gave her up for half dead
Though in truth she is still hale and hearty.
But in two-thousand eight she fell under the great weight
Of a candidate too weak to steer her.
That good ship and true failed in states that were blue
When the gales of November came callin'.

Barack was the pride of the liberal side
Coming out from some ward in Chicago.
As the socialists go, he was redder than most
But his crew thought that this was for hidin'.
Concluding some deals with his Party's big wheels
He selected First Mate Joseph Biden.
And later that year when the big day drew near
They had put Mrs. Clinton behind 'em.

The wind in his sails soon gave way to the gales
When a wave of defeats came a-ragin'.
From the Gitmo charade to his failed cap-and-trade
And the whippin' that was Copenhagen.
When winter's cold broke so did public support
Despite all the tough talk and haranguin'
And ev'ry Dem knew and Obama did too
That their fate in November 'twas hangin.'

When January came Chrissie Dodd shucked the blame and said
"Fellas, it's too rough t' swim through."
Then Febr'ary spied the demise of Evan Bayh who said
"Fellas, just look what I've been through."
Pelosi piped in that the House support was thin
And that Healthcare Reform was in peril.
And after the Right had found the will to fight
Came the wreck of Utopia's herald.

Does anyone know where the USA goes
When the Congress decides to ignore her?
The Democrats say they'd have taken the day
If their candidates only were bolder.
They might have got bright, made a turn to the right,
They might have paid heed to the pollsters.
But all that remains are the faces and the names
Of the pols who received the cold shoulder.

Fox News reports, the internet sings
'Cross the great fruited plains of the nation.
From backwater towns of the coasts up and down
To the kitchens with Midwestern stations.
Americans streamed to recapture their dreams
From the hands of the liberal spenders.
As the tea parties grew all the Democrats knew
That their deeds would resound in November.

In a smoky back room on the Beltway they pray,
In the DNC ACORN cathedral.
The church bell chimed 'til it rang forty-three times
For each Democrat who was imperiled.
The legend lives on from Hyannis Port on down,
Of the liberal seats that went fallin'.
But Obama it's said doesn't care who drops dead
When the gales of November come callin'.

© Lisa Fabrizio