[Vision2020] Once Romney is Elected (according to the Mitt-ster) .. .

[Donovan Arnold]

Yes, remember, if the guy you don't like gets elected all your money will be taken, you will lose your social security and retirement funds, gas prices will double, your house will be foreclosed on, you will lose your job, your kids will have no future, and America be taken over by a country on the other side of the world that has an extreme form of government that will destroy the US Constitution and take all your individual liberties away. So don't vote for him, otherwise you hate America, God, and your children. 
 
I'm so sick of this hyperbole crap every election. When are we just going to drop the bull crap and work together to improve the lives of everyone? 
 
Donovan J. Arnold

From: lfalen <lfalen at turbonet.com>
To: Tom Hansen <thansen at moscow.com>; Moscow Vision 2020 <vision2020 at moscow.com> 
Sent: Monday, September 10, 2012 7:22 PM
Subject: Re: [Vision2020] Once Romney is Elected (according to the Mitt-ster) .. .

Burl Ives is my favorite singer. The Big Rock Candy Mountain however sounds like a liberal theme song where everything is provided by the government.

Roger
From: Tom Hansen thansen at moscow.com
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 07:55:06 -0700
To: Moscow Vision 2020 vision2020 at moscow.com
Subject: [Vision2020] Once Romney is Elected (according to the Mitt-ster) .. .

> We will all be employed . . . building the yellow-brick road to Shangri-la, or . . . as Burl Ives calls it . . .
> 
> "Big Rock Candy Mountain"
> http://www.TomandRodna.com/Songs/Big_Rock_Candy_Mountain.mp3
> 
> "On a summer day
> In the month of May
> A burly bum came hiking
> Down a shady lane
> Through the sugar cane
> He was looking for his liking
> As he roamed along
> He sang a song
> Of the land of milk and honey
> Where a bum can stay
> For many a day
> And he won't need any money
>  
> Oh the buzzin' of the bees 
> In the cigarette trees
> Near the soda water fountain
> At the lemonade springs
> Where the bluebird sings
> On the big rock candy mountain
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> The cops have wooden legs
> The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
> And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
> The box-cars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain."
> 
> ---------------
>  
> (Other stanzas . . .) 
>  
> "There's a lake of gin
> We can both jump in
> And the handouts grow on bushes
> In the new-mown hay
> We can sleep all day
> And the bars all have free lunches
>  
> Where the mail train stops
> And there ain't no cops
> And the folks are tender-hearted
> Where you never change your socks
> And you never throw rocks
> And your hair is never parted
>  
> Oh, a farmer and his son,
> They were on the run
> To the hay field they were bounding
> Said the bum to the son,
> "Why don't you come
> To that big rock candy mountain?" 
> So the very next day
> They hiked away,
> The mileposts they were counting
> But they never arrived
> At the lemonade tide
> On the big rock candy mountain
> Chorus:
>  
> One evening as the sun went down
> And the jungle fires were burning,
> Down the track came a hobo hiking,
> He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
> I'm heading for a land that's far away
> Beside the crystal fountain
> I'll see you all this coming fall
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> Chorus:
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
> It's a land that's fair and bright,
> The handouts grow on bushes
> And you sleep out every night.
> The boxcars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. 
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> You never change your socks
> And little streams of alkyhol
> Come trickling down the rocks
> O the shacks all have to tip their hats
> And the railway bulls are blind
> There's a lake of stew
> And ginger ale too
> And you can paddle
> All around it in a big canoe
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain 
> The cops have wooden legs
> The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
> And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
> The box-cars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain."
> 
> -------------------------------------
> 
> Seeya round town, Moscow.
> 
> Tom Hansen
> Moscow, Idaho
> 
> "We're a town of about 23,000 with 10,000 college students.  The college students are not very active in local elections (thank goodness!)."
> 
> - Dale Courtney (March 28, 2007)
> 

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