Seems that the copyright people (and other sinister forces) have gotten to You Tube and forced it to pull the "We Con the World" parody put up a couple of weeks ago. Hot Air! dug up another venue for it and I wanted to offer it here as well.
This little ditty goes out with a dedication to the now-departed cynical, garrulous old crone, Helen Thomas who, as we speak, is heating up a can of Scotch Broth on a gas ring in her freezing garret over a fabric shop in a down market section of D.C.
Don't choke on that barley, Helen, you sodden festering piece of excrement.
