I like the comrade part the best!
OH! Me too! You have no idea how lonely it's been since my Soviet masters stopped taking my calls. When they finally did, they said they couldn't help me overthrow the spawn of Capitalist Insects oppressing the brave workers of our country, but would I be interested in an Internationale ring tone for my phone?
Jeez. Then I called my Chinese masters. All they wanted to do was offload a few cases of Mao action figures on me -- remaindered, but guaranteed to float in the Yangtze.
So that just left my old buddy Fidel to reminisce about the good old days when the Evil Empire threatened the world, but that guy just talks forever. He spent most of his time chuckling about how he's outlasted 7 US Presidents -- several of whom tried to actually kill him. Then he suggested maybe it would make a great kid's cartoon -- He wanted to play the Roadrunner. Beep, beep.
What's a committed revolutionary to do? Wait! Yes, of course, the notorious Comrade Feinstein. But she's tied up in a recording studio when I call:
I'm no-tor-i-ous Comrade Feinstein
and I'm here to represent
want yo' guns, want yo' money
give illegals a big present
Don't care 'bout your fishies
i just feed 'em to my posse
keep froggies from croakin'
Got Rules, Judiciary, Appropriations, In-tell-i-gence
no jokin', voters lovin', keep electin'
representin', representin'
no worries, no worries
I'm rock up DiFi, Comrade Queen of the Senate
You got fish bones, you got fish bones
Choke on 'em. Heh.
(I'll never get a job writing for Tina Fey now).
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