Paul Ryan Leaves, Objectivist Morrissey Returns

There really isn't a lot I need to say about Paul Ryan leaving the House of Representatives. I think the guy is awful, by which I mean offal- he's the classic case of the guy who wants to pull the ladder up behind him- he received Social Security survivor benefits after the death of his father yet claimed to dream of cutting government benefits since he was a frathole at keggers. Yeah, I'd come to bury Ryan in snark, not to praise him, but I think he's pretty much done- the House is lost to his party, which is lost to Trump. Back in 2011, I went through a manic phase while working a split-shift at work, a graveyard shift followed by an afternoon/evening shift. In these heady conditions, I wrote 24 blog posts in 24 hours, one of which imagined singer/songwriter Morrissey as a hardcore Objectivist. This led to a spate of writing Objectivist parodies of songs by Morrissey's old band, the Smiths, and even its own short-lived blog which ran its course because there aren't a lot of Smiths songs to parody and, well, Morrissey became a far-right loon so imagining him as a hardcore Randian became unnecessary and not-so-fun. There is a bit of unfinished business, though, back in the 2012 election season, my older brother, Sweetums, suggested that I write an Objectivist Morrissey parody about Paul Ryan. I had a half-finished piece rattling around my head, but the election season wasn't fun until B. Hussein Obummer won, and I left the piece unfinished, unposted. Now, with Paul Ryan seemingly leaving the public eye for good, I figured I'd post the parody, though it is now woefully dated: We're cryin', Mister Ryan, at this sickening mess, And this Kenyan Usurper who'd penalize success. You must stand fast, and athwart history And you must reclaim GOP mastery. Greed, greed glorious greed, It despises the people in need. But I'd rather be greedy Than righteous or holy Any day, any day, any day. But frankly, I am more inclined To be lobbyist courted and wined. I want to cut and I want to slash. I want to do something that others may deem rash. We're cryin', Mister Ryan, at this sickening mess, And this Kenyan Usurper who'd penalize success. Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote policy. I didn't realise you wrote such poor despising policy, Mister Ryan. Frankly Mister Ryan since you cut You are a pain in a socialist's butt. I do not mean to fluff you so, But I can't be lying, Mister Ryan. Don't give them your money! This bit is a parody of the bouncy Frankly, Mister Shankly: Cross-posted at my mothership...