If Eric Cantor, the Tea Party’s rep in Congress, were singing karaoke these days, it might be in the style of an old Frank Sinatra favorite.
They’ll Do It My Way
And now, though defaults loom,
I hold one steadfast notion;
It’s that, tax hikes mean doom,
To this I swear, my full devotion;
For me, negotiate,
A lesser rich folks exalted payday,
That game I’ll never play,
They’ll do it my way.
Some doubts, others may hold,
But doubt for me, a lib trait silly;
I’m sold, deep in the mold,
That says to help, the poor’s too frilly;
Today, I man the gate,
I need not make, just compromises;
The base I gotta sate,
Don’t like surprises.
For what is a pol, what’s his to sell
That keeps him feeding at the well?
You do the sleaze, Tea Party please,
Debt limit freeze, Obama squeeze;
It hits the wall, his numbers fall,
They’ll do it MY way.
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As been said; Can’tor is for Can’tor and only Can’tor. One has to only read Can’tor’ own words to understand what Can’tor is about, “I Want What I Want When I Want It.” Country be damned.