VodkaPundit

With Apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein

He has a thought without a care
He has no editor
He sends it off to Twitter
Or into the blogosphere
Right beside his Nobel prize
Is where he blankly stares
Doesn’t he know that beard makes him look shabby?

He slights his own ombudsman
So his biases are real
But judging by that waistline
He’s never missed a meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Paul Krugman has been sounding very crabby

(I’d like to say a word in his defense
Paul Krugman loves offense)

How do you solve a problem like Paul Krugman?
How do you help a man who self-beclowns?
How do you find a word that means Paul Krugman?
A bad columnist! A twister-of-facts!
Pipe down!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how do you make him stay
And listen to all you say
When his thinking is already second hand?

How do you solve a problem like Paul Krugman?
How do you tell a moonbat he’s unmanned?

When I read him I’m confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
As predictable as weather
His thoughts can’t hold a feather
He’s a lefty! He’s statist!
He’s a con!

He’d out-pester any pest
Drive a Palin from her nest
He could throw a scheming Sully out of scheme
He is crazy, so we deem
He’s no riddle, he’s extreme!
He writes nonsense, so it seems
That’s his theme!

Blame Ed Driscoll, who inspired this bile.