News reports of the Chavez smear have said that the White House has shrugged the comments off. But my sources say the president has been wandering the White House forlornly, even stepping out on the veranda overlooking the South Lawn and singing, softly, in the tune of “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers”:
You don’t call me “Hitler”;
You don’t blame the neocons.
You hardly rant of Rove anymore
When you stamp on the floor
At the news of the day.
I remember when
You couldn’t wait to bash me
And Rumsfeld and Cheney.
Now, after rippin’ me late at night
When it’s time to recite
The old Nazi soundbyte,
Well, you just roll your eyes
And say “He’s Satan, all right?”
And you don’t call me “Hitler” anymore.
It used to be so natural
To talk about the Zionists.
But “used to be’s” don’t count anymore
They just lay on the floor
While you just rave away.
Looney, I remember
All the things you called me,
I learned how to laugh,
And I laughed till I cried.
Well, I learned how to smirk
When you said that I lied.
You’d think I could learn
How to tell it goodbye …
But you don’t call me “Hitler” … anymore.
