Go Birds ! Win despite the odds.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to folders below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a shiny UFO and eight tiny reindeer.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and deleted the cache.

The moguls were nestled quite snug in their beds, While visions of subpoenas danced in their heads; And Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a "Deep State" long nap,

The redactions were heavy;
There was so much black!
Any page with Trump’s name;
DOJ took it back.

They called it fake news, they called it AI;
But most of us knew what they said was a lie.