An ode to Ted Olson, recently retired 42nd Solicitor General of the United States. I stole the gen'ral structure from John Donne
Wisen my mind, gen'ral Olson, for you,
As yet but speake, cry, proclaime, and advocate
That bush may rise, and stand, o'erthrow Flor'da's fate
You claim'd that recounts were uneven and the few
Like a corrupte Courte, did give you due.
Congress did admit you, and oh, you became
George-DUB-Bush's viceroy to justice (oh, fame
Twenty cases of twenty six in Courte won)
And dearly they loved you and were loved faine
But were oppos'd to combatant enemie.
Private practice call'd to thee, we
Shall see thee againe in Bush v Kerry.
Except you, office gen'ral'd respected never be
Nor ever wise, at leaste til forty-three.
Better late than never? Maybe not. That sucked. I am worse off for having read that crap.
You are the weakest link. Goodbye.
Posted by: RJF at July 13, 2004 08:55 AM