Bye, Bye Conservative Pie

I took this from Paul Holmes' blog Conservatism

This is where I am at........

CONSERVATIVE PIE
by Anonymous

A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that man used to make me smile.
And I knew he had his chance
Preston could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every Macleans I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if the tears were mine
When I read about, Budget 09’
But something touched me deep inside
The day, conservatism, died.

So bye-bye, right-wing guy.
Drove the platform to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And libertarians were drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

Did you write the book on gov
And do you have faith in the market above,
If Friedman tells you so?
Do you believe in capital-ism,
Can you talk about it ad-nauseum,
And can you teach me how to spend real slow?

Well, I know that your in love with him
‘cause I heard you singin’ Trudeau’s hymn.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, Keynes can give me the blues!

I was a lonely teenage, ideologue
With a pinko teacher and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, conservatism died.

I started singin’
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Drove my platform to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And so-cons were drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

Now for 3 years we’ve been on our own
And pork grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it was supposed to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from Flaherty,
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
Dion tried to steal his thorny crown.
Parliament was adjourned;
No confidence was returned!
And while Layton read a book on Marx,
The Bloc practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The day, conservatism, died.

We were singing
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Drove my ideas to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And Reagan was drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

Helter skelter in an Ottawa swelter.
Martin’s ships sailed from a tax shelter,
From Barbados and steamin’ fast.
It landed foul in an AG report,
The CPC tried in QP and court,
With Orchard on the sidelines in a,
pillow fort.

Now the convention air was sweet perfume
While the grassroots played a victory tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
‘cause the Coalition tried to take the field;
The Government refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed.
The day, conservatism died?

We started singing,
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Drove my dreams to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And Klein was drinkin’ (lots) of
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

Oh, and there we were in one place,
A generation of conservatives lost in space
With no time left to Reform again.
So come on: Jack be nimble,
Layton be quick!
Duceppe say on a candlestick
Cause the NDP is the Bloc’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched in the House
My hands were cusped over my mouth.
No capitalist born in hell
Could break that socialist spell!
And as the red ink spilt over the Budget
I got the feelin’ we’d fudged it.
I saw Rae laughing with delight
The day, conservatism, died.

He was singing
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Saw your plans at the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And Mike Harris was drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

I knew a think-tank that spoke of Blue
And I asked it for some happy news,
But Fraser Institute just turned away.
I went to a Calgary store
Where I heard Preston speak years before,
But the MP there said with voters,
it wouldn’t play

And on payday: the taxpayers screamed,
The blues cried, and libertarians dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The movement now was broken.
And the three men I admire most;
Harris, Preston and Reagan’s ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day, conservatism, died.

And they were singing,
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Drove my vision to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And the Great Ones were drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.
This’ll be the day it all died.

And they were singing,
“Bye-bye right-wing guy.”
Drove my dreams to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And grassroots were drinkin’
Whiskey and rye
Singin’, this’ll be the day it all died.