3 posts tagged “president”
So yesterday Andrew and I stopped by the Roxie theater to see Ralph Nader and Matt Gonzalez speak, along with Cindy Sheehan and a few other progressives I hadn't heard of (the Mayor of Richmond? really?). We didn't sign anything, but I did find myself agreeing with a lot of what was said. I didn't completely forget about being mad at Ralph Nader (ahem) but I just can't be mad at Matt Gonzalez... I just love that guy too much! AND get this: he smiled at me and said "Hey" after his speech! He was walking down the aisle toward the back of the theater, and Andrew and I were sitting on the aisle. As he passed I was staring at him with a big dumb grin on my face, and he smiled back at me and whispered, "Hey." YAYYYY!!!! There was another very funny moment when Ralph Nader was introducing Matt Gonzalez and said, "I'm sure he will be Governor of California one day." Matt Gonzalez took the mic and said, "I thought I was going to be Vice President!" Ha.
THE NURSE'S SONG
This mighty man of whom I sing,
The greatest of them all,
Was once a teeny little thing,
Just eighteen inches tall.
I knew him as a tiny tot,
I nursed him on my knee.
I used to sit him on the pot
And wait for him to wee.
I always washed between his toes,
And cut his little nails.
I brushed his hair and wiped his nose
And weighed him on the scales.
Through happy childhood days he strayed,
As all nice children should.
I smacked him when he disobeyed,
And stopped when he was good.
It soon began to dawn on me
He wasn't very bright,
Because when he was twenty-three
He couldn't read or write.
'What shall we do?' his parents sob.
'The boy has got the vapors!
He couldn't even get a job
Delivering the papers!'
'Ah-ha,' I said, 'this little clot
Could be a politician,'
'Nanny,' he cried, 'Oh Nanny, what
A super proposition!'
'Okay,' I said, 'let's learn and note
The art of politics.
Let's teach you how to miss the boat
And how to drop some bricks,
And how to win the people's vote
And lots of other tricks.
Let's learn to make a speech a day
Upon the T.V. screen,
In which you never never say
Exactly what you mean.
And most important, by the way,
Is not to let your teeth decay,
And keep your fingers clean.'
And now that I am eighty-nine,
It's too late to repent.
The fault is mine the little swine
Became the President.
Thank you, Roald Dahl. I can only hope to have the same kind of impact on my "little clots."