For the Conquering

Here is a song I wrote recently. It's one of my many replies to all the political whining that's going on in the democratic party. When I heard that someone was "tired and exhausted" of defending President Obama, I was disheartened a bit. And I wondered if maybe during Dr. Martin Luther King's walk to the capitol, it was this person's relative who mentioned this same kind of thing to Dr. King.

"Mr. King...I'm getting tired of all this walking AND defending you. I thought you said we were gonna get 40acres AND a pony! "

Impatience wasn't the virtue I had read about.

Especially when it includes say an ENTIRE NATION of people.

But...instead of actually saying this to somebody...I wrote down these words with one of those old fashion tools we used to keep around the house. I think it's called a pen.

So this one is about internal struggle with in the camp; no fighting in the temple; bringing down the moral...etc...

We have technology. Let's use it to stick together...

You voted for change, now you wanna back out

I don't really know what you're talking about

You partied all night on the 8th of November

Now you try to act like you don't remember

You said if he lost you would move far away

And leave us with the people who continue to hate

They want us to flock like birds of a feather

Who can't take the pressure of sticking together

So let me remind you my friends

They unite to divide us all for the conquering

I don't mean to diss or scare you away

But the party on the right's pushin' judgement day

They're so quick to republish the hype

The monotonous drone of a stereo type

They got you shakin' like your sittin' on ice

Afraid to speak out because it wouldn't sound nice

You can't stand the words I've said

I CAN TELL BY THE CAPS IN YOUR COMMENT THREAD

Let me remind you again

They unite to divide us all for the conquering

Divided we fall, united we live

In spite of it all I could never give in

Lookin' back I would have to admit

That loose lips sink relationships

And if we end up lost at sea

You'll be looking down tryin' to tread on me

So hold tight to your hopes and dreams

They want control of the whole damn thing

And let me remind you again

They unite to divide us all for the conquering

~Musashi Lethridge

This song will be up soon on

The Musashi Trio at Reverbnation page...

AKA your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

The Legend Of The Tea Party Stalker: Christine O'Donnell

Delaware's Christine O'Donnell has recently filed a complaint with Facebook for something I am not even sure about. The letter has surfaced to sources unknown and many republicans are confused.

This version of her letter was said to be a tribute by an unknown writer. It was originally in the Polish language, but later transcribed into English. The fact that it rhymes is both amazing and purely coincidental:

Dear Facebook I have a bone to pick

Someone has slandered my name and pics

I'm trying to enjoy my new victory

but it's difficult when someone's stalking me

I receive a letter in my inbox daily

it's from T.P.S. could you block her maybe?

It gives me an ache in my poor tired head

Read it yourself, this is what she said

Hi Miss O'Donnell, I think you're so nifty

you look really good, not a day over 50

congratulations girl on your huge senate win

It makes me want to touch myself again

I know for a fact that we both are not married

I'm bi curious, so this shouldn't be scary

any time I see you with a mic in your hand

I wanna be more than just facebook friends

What if that mic was a toy that you got me

and you're looking up like a well trained husky

down on your knees with a look of pure sin

with sad puppy eyes and conservative grin

I 'd love to meet you and clear up this mess

I hope that this letter does not bring you stress

let's start a new club so our friends are impressed

the Savior Alliance for Lifting my Dress

Please don't be bashful and don't think I'm crass

I heard you went down onto Dickinson's class

and came right back up with a bachelor's degree

but lost your old mortgage to IRS fees

Which just gets me hotter than teen fornication

To know that we women are strong in this nation

paid out vacations from me with libations

and we can move past all this skype masturbation

but I'll keep that pussycat right in the bag

you call me dyke and I'll call you my fag

and every long day will be ours to let drag

all your GOP friends will have reason to brag

Republican party or two party lickin'

I heard Sarah Palin still tastes like fried chicken

So please write me back and please don't abort this

I'll send it to God if you choose to ignore this

Sincerely T.P.S.

The Legend of The TEA PARTY STALKER will continue...

Your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

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The Legend Of The Tea Party Stalker

There once was a woman who lived in the minds

and the hearts of the people so brave and so kind

she would lurk in the shadows of political rants

and plot her revenge on these new miscreants

In a world of true sin and a world still at war

she knows all the reasons she's fighting for

so she made up her mind and she sold her old home

and spends time with her laptop on the road alone

Her first real victim was a tea party gal

she sent a request to be her facebook pal

the next thing you know there was drama on line

now the tea party gal is doing hard time

Confused and dazed she sits behind bars

and wonders how things could have gotten this far

why would my husband "go behind my back"

and " use the kids toys to smoke his crack"

Or "have 3 affairs with two young men

in the back of a Dennys bathroom AGAIN?"

and how could he ever think to be so rotten

and "sell ALL my jewelry for Oxycotin"

Then "drive out of state to a private tea party"

in an" eighteen year old girls Mazarati"

snorting" blow from her hand while drunk on Bacardi"

while I sit in jail as LaTeesha's new hottie

My children are gone and my husband has fled

And the note that he found are not words I have said

I would never" pay money to see him tied down"

and " beaten by gangsters from the West side of town"

And who told my husband that I was a liar?

And claimed " I had set that young stripper on fire"

Or slandered my name on that tea party list

" Girls Scout cookies that were soaked in my piss?"

Who hacked my e mail and credit card info

And spent all that money at Housewives And Nymphos

And posted receipts on a that junior high blog

Saying " This woman cries and she squeals like a hog"

A story of fiction? A story made up

from the recent libation that sits in my cup?

A lady who's nameless for on line conditions?

A legend of hope that may raise up suspicion?

(Dramatic Pause)

but if she is real...

She's dressed in all black and not much of a talker

Known to us all as the Tea Party Stalker

Maybe you'll met her and maybe you won't

If you are a Tea bagger... pray that you don't

To be continued...

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle samurai