Song for McConnell
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The Cause: https://ditchmitchfund.com • The Band: https://countercurrentmusic.com • In May of 2019, Alex and Brian decided that Mitch McConnell needed his own ballad. Specifically, one that would distill the feelings we have as a result of the harm he has caused to so many people in our country. • In 1984, Mitch McConnell was elected to the US Senate. • In 2006, he took over as leader of the Republican Party in the Senate. • • During his 35 years as a senator, he has: • Passed $1.5 trillion in tax cuts for corporations and the ultra-wealthy while attempting to gut Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid • Supported the interests of the tobacco industry and actively solicited their campaign donations, despite the fact that he represents the state with the highest cancer rates in the country. • Allied himself with the current presidential administration, effectively endorsing Trump’s trade wars, border wall, Muslim ban, and concentration camps • Politicized our courts by obstructing President Obama’s judicial nominations, creating vacancies which he filled with right-wing judges • Refused to allow action on climate change, or to even admit that it exists • Refused to allow the Senate to vote on common sense gun legislation • Refused to condemn or investigate Russian interference in the 2016 election • Changed, broke, and flatly ignored the rules of the Senate for the sake of partisan political gain • Done more than any other single person in America to undermine our democracy • • In recognition of this, Countercurrent adapted an old Irish ballad in his honor. • • ACT NOW • www.ditchmitchfund.com • • ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` • [Song Lyrics] • Title: Song for McConnell • Tune: Nell Flaherty’s Drake (Irish traditional) • Words: Brian Lindsay and Alex Sturbaum • • Good folk of this nation, come pay great attention • To the words that I mention and what I do say • For if you will listen, I’ll tell of a villain • Who over this country too long has held sway • I’ll sing of McConnell, that dirty old scoundrel • A thief, cad, and wastrel of highest degree • A cheat and a coward who craves naught but power • And works every hour against you and me • This country’s great schism and bitter division • Have come from McConnell’s great vision and plan • His foul machinations have shut down the nation • And brazenly stole the great court of our land • The rules he has broken, and lies he has spoken • He’s allied himself with a racist buffoon • May every misfortune become Mitchell’s portion • And plague him each day till he enters his tomb • May his toast always burn, may his milk always turn • May he step on a Lego each day when he wakes • May his car be rear-ended, his license suspended • May he find half a maggot next time he eats steak • May his Facebook be hacked, may his passwords be cracked • May his phone lock him out many thousands of times • May his credit score dwindle from those who have swindled • This miser who covets our nickels and dimes • May his pants all be stained, his attorney arraigned • May his pacemaker always be needing a charge • May his dewlap be shriveled, his liver be riddled • With polyps and cysts, may his prostate enlarge • May the change he denies cause the rivers to rise • And flood out his basement with sewage and slime • So the spores of black mold may rise up and take hold • Of his lungs as a payment for his awful crimes • May his shoes never tie, may his ink never dry • May the bag always break when he takes out the trash • May he fall down the stairs, lose the rest of his hair • May he play online poker and lose all his cash • May his friends all forsake him, arthritis o’ertake him • May he ne’er rest easy by day or by night • May his insurance fail him when sicknesses ail him • And leave him with nothing, alone in his plight • Soon it will be November, and I bid you remember • The seat of a Senator’s no guarantee • Kentuckians all, we are counting on y’all • To oust this smirking bastard and set us all free • Our way will be harried, the manders are gerried • So we mustn’t tarry or surely we’ll fail • To make sure next year Mitchell, that son-of-a-bitch’ll • Be out on the street, in disgrace, or in jail • • copyright 2019 Alex Sturbaum Brian Lindsay
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