I would like to post this poem writtne by Grandfather about Bobby Jindall. Do make sure you read it with a thick southern accent.
Father calls me Piyush, others call me Gov
Myself, I call me Bobby; that’s the name I love.
Mighty glad I ain’t a Dem – ruther be Repub
So I can cut more taxes for the fellers at the club.
I love the TV cameras, I love to pose and preen
I love misrepresenting what those fed’ral dollars mean.
Which gets me on the talk shows, like Rush and Hannity,
And endears me to the base of the dear old GOP.
I’m a yeller dog Repub on the unemployment bill
So I told the Feds to stuff that extra hundred mil.
Millions more for jobless folk? Why, that don’t make no sense!
So I said, "Thanks but no thanks" for my constituents.
Obama with his lots and lots of grants and jobs and manna
Should keep his Democratic self away from Luziana.
I laugh and holler, "Oh, ye can’t outsmart me."
Which endears me to the base of the dear old GOP.
Limbaugh says he hopes that when I get to 2012
He will be my Santa and I will be his elf
As he did for Sarah Palin who bore the right-wing torch
‘cause she said she seen Russia from the rocker on her porch.
But Palin we’ll remember as just a passing fling
‘cause I’m a Rhodes Scholar and anti-everything.
Limbaugh he has never seen an exorcist like me
With rapid, vapid talking points that play well on TV:
We don’t believe in spending unless it’s our idear
So they better not be sending no extra millions here.
Our low-class folk got home loans by tricking honest lenders.
We're only last in healthcare ‘cause we are careful spenders.
Our shiftless look for work when unemployment pay is less.
I only serve TAXPAYERS as I said on Meet The Press...
...and voters in Iowa... and lobbyists in D.C. ...
Where I’m the favorite talking head of the dear old GOP.