Fred Smith has done it again for 2020 with is yearly Xmas specials.
Here are his previous years, each with a different theme.
Fred Smith - The Day After Christmas - 2018 Version
- 2017: Fred Smith: Dispirit of the Season
- 2016: Fred Smith's Annual "Night Before Christmas"
2015: Fred Smith, Poet Laureate of Opt Out - 'Twas the night before...
And then there’s Mulgrew who must choose who is winning
To claim he was backing them from the beginning.
- In (2014) Fred Smith gave us this gem.
Fred Smith: The Day Before Xmas (With Arne Duncan ...
I first met Fred, a testing expert who used to work for the NYCBOE, when
he contacted me about getting ICE members to assist in gathering data
for his exposures of the evils of testing. Over the years, his
involvement with groups like GEM and Change the Stakes has grown.
Fred is also a statistician for the NY Jets - don't blame him for their absence from the Super Bowl for almost 50 years.
Fred is also a statistician for the NY Jets - don't blame him for their absence from the Super Bowl for almost 50 years.
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| Fred Smith convincing Jets dancers to boycott field tests - he's the one in the middle |
The Night
Before Xmas—2020
'Twas the
night before Christmas and in the Snow House
Sat a
duck-assed old fat man with botoxic spouse.
This may be
my last chance to go through the list,
And give
gifts to people who’ve made me real pissed.
Whether I
like them or hate, it’s ever the same,
They’re
bound to go down in my endless blame game:
To my
faithless AG and once true legal goon,
Yeah,
Bill Barr you left me, so come kiss my moon.
As to
Mitch, the traitor, who upped and caved
in,
Here’s a
carton of face masks to cover your
chin;
And for
Rudolph, the red-faced, sputt’ring
buffoon,
What would
be more fitting than a golden
spittoon;
The prize
for Pompeo requires some
thinking,
Backtracking
on hacking without even blinking;
And as for
that Birx, as well as for
Faucci,
A pox on
both jerks for making me
grouchy;
And to my
dear friends, Pelosi and
Schumer,
A set of
false teeth and an unbenign
tumor;
Bah, to
Gorsuch, Kavanaugh and Coney
Barrett
I’ll strip
off their robes for not being my
parrot;
To NBC
cable, O’Donnell and
Maddow,
Go choke on
your words and walk in the
shadow;
Which goes
for Jake Tapper and for Wolf Blitzer,
Two cups of
egg nog and a cyanide
spritzer;
The
Judiciary Committee and Adam
Schiff
A one-way
train ride heading off of a
cliff;
As for
Masha, Vindman and Fiona Hill,
You dared
utter the truth; here’s a poisonous
pill;
This thing
‘bout the virus and how many have
died?
Qanon
swears that every one of them
lied;
I now know
there are 300,000 folks
hidin’;
No presents
for the “dead” who voted for Biden;
Of course,
can’t forget those phony
Obamas,
Who should
be sent packing to some land full of llamas;
And I have
to keep waiting until two weeks
hence
To decide
what determines the fate of Mike Pence;
But there's
a place in my heart for Betsy DeVos;
I'd love to
spend a few minutes inside her clothes.
On Ivanka,
on Kayleigh, on a Stormy day,
On Kelly or
any blond who'll pull my sleigh.
Loyalty to
me must be undiminished;
One step
out of line and you know you are
finished,
‘Cept for
Putin, who says I lost the
election;
For some
weird reason I can’t spurn his
defection.
But I
digress, there are more who’ve sorely peeved
me,
Who think
I’m a fool and those who have grieved me:
Including
all foreign leaders, ‘cause they are
foreign,
Save for
Bibi and Britain’s Elizabeth
Warren.
I’ll give
them all coal to stuff in their crotches;
And spoiled
milk to SNL which nobody
watches.
And let me
see what I have for Stephen
Colbert;
Ah, it’s
something set for ticking under his
chair.
Forget
about pardons and exoneration,
Maybe I
just need an extended
vacation
Where I won’t
have to pretend to read any book,
And I’ll
have full time for golf and being a crook.
Now it’s
almost midnight on this Xmas Eve,
And it’s
time to be taking my overdue leave.
But I’ll
keep right on tweeting my message of
cheer
To do more
for America in the New Year.
-
Fred Smith
