Boviosity!

(If you're ever in a guessing game with my 5-year-old daughter, there's an easy way to win. Just ask her "what to try." For instance, if she tells you to guess what color her Alex cat is, ask her what to try and she'll say, "Grr..Grr..Graaaaay.") She asked me the other day to list all the holidays I could think of. I decided to start with New Year's Day, but before I could even get to MLK Day, she started giving out hints: "k-w-aaaaaaa...k-w-aaaaa...."

Oh, lordy. Only in Pre-K and already the indoctrination has started. She's going to enjoy me, she is.

I did not recite this, from the Relapsed Catholic, to her, but boy is it a beaut.

'Twas the night before Kwanzaa And all through the 'hood, Maulana Karenga was up to no good.

He'd tortured a woman and spent time in jail.
He needed a new scam that just wouldn't fail.
("So what if I stuck some chick's toe in a vice?
Nobody said revolution was nice!")

The Sixties were over. Now what would he do?
Why, he went back to school -- so that's "Dr." to you!
He once ordered shootouts at UCLA
Now he teaches Black Studies just miles away.

Then to top it all off, the good Doctor's new plan
Was to get rid of Christmas and piss off The Man.

Read the whole thing. As if you could resist it after that taste.

(Link via the Scrutineer.)