A little ditty fusing antidarwinism with antienvironementalism

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Hurricane Katrina, compassionate conservatism, and those dupes of Darwin

VERSE 1:
Pat Robertson, he woke to find
The Almighty in his room.
He said, “Pat, I know you’re burdened
With a growing sense of doom.
Natural disaster’s
An apocalyptic sign,
But rest assured, My son,
It’s Intelligent Design.”

VERSE 2:
“More hurricanes are blowin’,
The Gulf has been kicked in.
The risin’ tempra’ture’s
Made the polar ice grow thin.
In sixty years Antarctica
Will be an island chain
But don’t you worry, Pat,
I’m putting in a giant drain.”

CHORUS 1:
God’s big drainpipe pumpin' into outer space.
God’s big drainpipe, it’s workin’ fer th’ Human Race.

VERSE 3:
“You know there’s lots of oil ‘neath
The Ross Ice Shelf,
The United Nations makes it tough
To drill for the US wealth.
I’ll melt the ice an’ flood th’ land,
Bring those derricks in.
Suck that black stuff outa the ground,
Can’t let the terrorists win.”
CHORUS 1

VERSE 4:
Robertson rubbed his eyes and twitched,
He was breathing at a rapid pace.
“But, God, I’ll have nowhere to live
If the water covers up my place.”
The Good Lord winked and smiled at him,
“No need to be rude.
Build anew with a firm foundation
On these empty barrels of crude.”


CHORUS 2:
God’s big drainpipe cleanin’ out the Southern Pole.
God’s big drainpipe flushing down the Ozone Hole.