Congressional Bailout: A Song for a New Economy

Peter, Paul and Mary guided the liberals on the 1960s into a new level of protest and angst through the medium of music.

The social liberals haven't yet accepted my offer of a theme song to help get their message out about same sex marriage, abortion, homosexuality or handing out condoms to kids. See my article entitled “Protest Song for the Liberal Generation." The way I figure it, these ideas have been such a hard sell for them, that a protest song would be just the ticket to sell their “product.”

President Obama and the democratically controlled Congress seems to be suffering the same problem with selling the current 780 billion dollar “stimulus package” to the American public. I'd wager that they'd get the message across to the common folks better - about why the US needs to go into a trillion or two dollars in debt - if they would sell the idea through song. Obama could hire a respectable singer like Barbra Streisand or Cher or L'il Kim to produce a hit single, selling the stimulus package to the rest of the country.

I just happen to have another modest example of a song that would do the trick.

The Congressional Bailout Song (sung to the tune of If I Had a Hammer)

If we had some power
We'd tax it from the rich folks
We'd tax it from the poor folks
All over this land
We'd tax your mother
We'd tax your father
We'd tax the money from your brother and your sister
All over this land

If we had some money
We'd spend it on construction
We'd spend it on contraception
All over this land
We'd spend it on work programs
We'd spend it on CEOs
We'd keep it from your poor deprived brother and your sister
All over this land

If we had some earmarks
We'd hide it from the president
We'd hide it from the people
All over this land
We'd hide state projects
We'd hide our lobbyists
We'd hide our earmarks from your brother and your sister
All over this land

Well we've got the power
And we've got your money
And we've got earmarks to spend
All over this land
We call this justice
We call this freedom
We call this bleeding dry your brother and your sister
All over this land