Punch for the Franchise

A musical tribute to the magnificent Representative Virgil Goode of Virginia's 5th Congressional District. Rep. Goode is truly the embodiment of all that is most noble in our National Character and as such deserves to be commemorated in a quintessentially American fashion: through rock and roll. Let none call us here at Whiskey Fire unpatriotic, you ignorant traitorous gobshites, you.

"Virgil B. Goode"

Deep down in Franklin County up in 'ol Virginny
Lives a Congresscritter cracker, kinda wingnutty.
Lovin' all Americans, 'cept those of mixed blood,
He's an anti-Muslim meathead known as Virgil B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he was pretty damn sure that fags are going to hell.

Go, go, go. Virgil B. Goode.

His mother told him "someday you will be a man,
And you'll get to grandstand about the Koran.
Claimin' too many Muslims comin' from miles around
Gonna run the damn country right into the ground.
Cause you know it's just like fallin' off a log--
Acting like a total cheap-ass bigot demagogue."

Go. Go. Go. Virgil B. Goode.

And so on.

Comments

[Sinfonian]

I understand that apparently the vermin, er, congressman pronounces his last name to rhyme with "food." Or "rude."

Which, in turn, opens up all kinds of satirical possibilities.

[Thers]

sinfonian, he'll sit still and get his ass parodied, godfuckingdammit.

[NTodd]

This is the worst blog ever. Should be on Blogger.

[pjgoober]

Seriously, after September 11th, any nation that was not insane would have halted all muslim immigration. We have absolutely no obligation to let them in. They come here at our whim. September 11th was far more than enough cause to bar the whole lot of them.

God Bless Virgil Goode! I have called his office and given my thanks.

[Thers]

Wow. A troll. How fun.

[Ripley]

And here we thought Bush was crazy for building a colony on Mars. It was for our own good, you see - to spirit the loyal Americans to a safe, new frontier where "Muslim students" were but a farcical memory and our pearls could dangle about our necks, unclutched.

[Ripley]

Oh, that comment was directed more toward 'goober' than the post... but you knew that.