SCENE: A man, behatted and insomniac, wanders out of his personal tent and follows a random trail, pondering the events of the week. It is 2:00 A.M., and he is bursting with important ideas he is compelled to share with the world. Gaining access to the UN Security Council hall, he ascends the podium:

And so, in conclusion* — I was just percolating in the street. I was ponderously cogitating over the song I have seen and heard, the great Anthem to Mr. President Barack Obama. Seriously! I listened to this with great audiodacity, and I was moved in my bowels with tremenjous force. The beauty of this thing should be trumpeted forth throughout the whole earth. These children, so obliviously the Pinochle of government sponsored educatorialism! They were beautiferous!

If we, in the Great Libyan People's Country of The Libyan Republic I can only say that we would be so Oh! Oh! By the way —

This — you HAVE to get this recipe for meatloaf I scribbled down here in the margins. Of my. My mother used to feed this to me. Here. Write this down. I'll wait. You got pens? Here. You won't regret it:

1.) Get 2 lbs. Ground Round. Try and get it from the butcher's counter you know it's better freshly ground, and don't get the real lean stuff, it's too dry. I'm thinking maybe 15% fat is best. And it's cheaper too! A win-win!

2.) An onion. Just a plain white onion; nothing fancy. You don't have to go and get a Vidalia onion. Now you have to peel it. And, and — this is the key to a good meatloaf — chop it reeeely fine.
    

FINE DAMMIT! ... get a pan.

And.

What was I... ?

The song was glorious in all it's profundity! The shame of freedom, embodied in the atrocities of the devils Bush and — and — REAGAAAAAAN!! EL DORADO!!!  — has been expunged from the mammaries of the proletariat!

Hey Hugo! Love the bandana! Did you get that recipe? Crackers! Hey, Crackers! You takin care of the man? Good boy!

It's obvious. It's obvious. It's plain as the hose on your face.

As I was saying, who cannot resist the charm of little children singing? Who would nay-say such a thing? How is it not charming? How is it not? Here I give you an example:
(falsetto) SOME-WHEEERRE, OUT THERE, BENEATH THE PAAAYYLE MOOONLIGHHTT

(Interjects 3-minute whistling solo)

Thenkew veddy much! I love you all! Death to America! You're too kind! I'll be here all week!

There is the sound of one man clapping, and in the echoes of the dark and empty room, the flapping of small wings is also heard.

Chavez: Hey, joo know what, Crackers? I likes thees fellow! He is a fonny guy!

Crackers: Rawrk!

* Thanks to the late, great Wuzzadem, Mad Magazines and the one-and-only Professor Irwin Corey