With sincerest apologies to liberals everywhere and, once again, to Clement Clark Moore.
p>'Twas the night before Christmas, as in days of yore;
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Not a liberal was stirring, not even Al Gore;
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Our prospects were sinking, we pined in despair,
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And prayed that St. Hillary soon would appear.
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We Democrats waited, while snug in our beds,
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Impeachable articles danced in our heads!
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But with Bush in the White House and Cheney as veep,
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I'd just settled down to a paranoid sleep.
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p>When out on the Beltway arose such a clatter,
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I headed for
Hardball
to check out the chatter.
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I reached for my clicker with partisan glee,
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But only to gape at a blacked-out TV.