Ah, once so grand
you owned this land,
With your wisdom
you did ply us,
Until old dears
this election year,
You at last
unmasked your bias.
Yes, once were you
our only view,
No challenge did
you face.
You had your say
and called the play,
‘Til the Blogs got
in the race.
We’d like to see
fair honesty
But our breath now
we’re not holding
Because we know
how really low
Are the odds of
that unfolding
So what is left
when we’re bereft
Of hearing truth
from you?
We’ll place our
bet on the Bloggers’ net
To let the truth
come through.
That pajama’d host
really wants to roast
Your assets that’s
for certain.
To debunk the myth
of your monolith,
On your act to
drop the curtain.
Alas old dears,
you’re done we fear,
Your dynasties
doomed to tatters,
And ‘tween the
coasts your opinions toast,
About anything
that matters.
Honor and Country,
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th
Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne
Division
Vietnam 65-66