Woke up this morning to find out that the Jubilee was over; Govmother Rell wouldn't be seeking out another term. The Democrats sighed a collective sigh of a relief, while the Republicans now realize they might have to work to put someone in place that looks as sweet and innocent in a sweater and scarf so that we taxpayers feel all cozy, even when budgets aren't passed and services are further cut and our schools aren't funded. But, look at her, she looks like a fairy godmother, how can you be mad at her? To be fair, after Unca John Rowland, was it nice to just have a sweet grandmum watching over the Capitol? I mean, we didn't have to deal with any major scandals with her in office? Sure, Bill Curry would have been better earlier, and perhaps big John Destefano would have served us well, but really, didn't we just want to be cozy, under the watch of our govmother? And so, the quest will begin for CTGOP Chair Chris Healy to find someone that will make us feel all warm and gooey when we step into the voting machine in 2010 so that he can proudly proclaim that his GOP victory was a mandate from the people against President Obama.
But let us send Governor Rell on her way with some love from this simple troubador:
Gov was the queen
The sweater regime
John left her a gov'nor
The Corrupt A-hole
God save the Gov
She ain't no Sarah Palin
There is a future
In Connecticut's dreamin
Don't be sold what GOP want
Don't be sold what Dem need
There's no future, no future,
No future for C-T
God save the Gov'
We mean it man
C-T loves our Gov'
Gov shaves (the budget)
God save the Gov
'Cause tourists are money
But our govmother
Is not Lisa Moody, luv
Oh Gov saved our arse
God saved your mad hot tub
Oh John Rowland got mercy
All contracts were paid
When there's no future
She'll say what she means
We're the flowers in her sweater
We're the numbers in your voting machine
We're the future, your future
God save the Gov'
We mean it man
CT loves our Gov'
Gov shaves
God save the Gov'nor
We mean it man
And there is no future
In Hartford's dreaming
No curly fries, no pitchers,
No future for Moody
No curly fries, no pitchers,
No future for Healy
At Red Rock, At 9:30 pm
No future for PHH
No curly fries, no pitchers,
For you
(it was punk rock, it don't need no rhyme, maaaaaan! No apologies to Johnny Rotten, Glen Matlock, Paul Cook)
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