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Posted by on Jan 25, 2013 in Featured, Law, Passages, Politics, Society | 17 comments

Bad Ballad: Battle of Labor Board Appointments

Recess appointments declared unconstitutional by a federal appeals court unanimously agreeing on a law point, that Prez Obama violated the Constitution last year by appointing three members to the National Labor Relations Board while the Senate not ‘technically’ in recess, allegedly circumventing Senate Republicans who had held up his picks for months.

Likely to cause new ‘hopping mad like frijoles in the pan’ Reppies to change focus from Hillary to how Bah-Bah-Bah-Bad to de bone Obama is, but on a serious note, could turn other appointments made earlier, if also undercut by this court, into looking like keystone kops whirling in all directions. Which is like ice cream everyday to the media, and like fresh corn to the mice who gorge on inflated ideas, and a big pain in the neck to the Obama Administration. There are more courts to appeal to, so have to wait and see what happens next.

Just this regarding the swale and chum that rises whenever there is a gaffe, real or imagined in poly-ticks… from my backwoods heart, with apologies to Battle of New Orleans time-honored venerables.

In 2012 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel ‘Bama
down mighty Shoot from the Hip.
We took a little ‘bacon’
and we took a little ‘beans’
And we caught the bloody Reppies
in the town of Big-Money Green.

We fired our guns
and the Reppies kept a’comin,
But there warn’t nigh as many
as there was a time ago.
We fired once more,
and they took to runnin’,
Down from Pedestal
to Gulf of ‘Belly-achin’ So.’

Well they ran through the briars
and they ran through the brambles,
They ran through the K-streets
where the rabbits wouldn’t go.
They ran so fast the hounds
were faster,
drove them crazy from DC
to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river
and we seen the Reppies comin’
There must have been a hundred of ’em
beatin’ on their drums
Fine turned out, they stepped so high
without any cover,
We laid behind our cotton bales
and didn’t say a thing

Leader said
we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fire our muskets
till we looked ’em in the eyes…
So we held our fire
till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
and gave ’em…


We fired our cannon
till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator
and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs
‘n powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off,
the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns
and the Reppies kept acomin’
But there warn’t nigh as many
as there was a time ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
down K-streets to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars
and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
where a rabbit couldn’t go
They ran so fast
but the hounds did catch ’em
no matter how they bleated
and pleaded
and creeded
and screeded so.