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Rand Paul Mocks Senators Who Voted For Horrific Omnibus Bill With His Take On Christmas Classic

While the new 1.7 trillion dollar Omnibus bill is no laughing matter and the 21 traitors in the GOP who just helped the Democrats pass this monstrosity need to be voted out asap, Rand Paul did put together a clever way to expose them as he wrote and performed his version of the holiday classic, "Twas The Night Before Christmas". Paul has been one of the view to not only vote no but stand up and try to warn the American people. Check the video and lyrics out below.

Rand Paul's "Twas the Week Before Christmas" Remake T’was a week before Christmas

and through the Senate and House,

not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse.

The earmarks were hung

by the chimney with care

in hopes that Saint Nicholas

soon would be there.

The senators were nestled

all snug in their beds

while visions of pork

danced in their heads.

No budget was found,

just mischief and debt,

while the taxpayers hung

their foreheads and wept.

When out on the lawn

there arose such a clatter.

Senators sprang from their oxygen.

What was the matter?

Away to the window,

they flew like a flash.

Tore open the shutters

when they heard the word cash.

The moon on the breast

of the new fallen snow

gave the luster of midday

to objects below.

When what to my wondering

eyes should appear?

But a 4,000 page omni

with endless debt year after year.

With a little old driver

so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment

it must be Saint Nick.

More rapid than eagles

his coursers they came.

And he whistled and shouted

and called them by name:

Now, McConnell! Now, Schumer!

Now, Pelosi and Vixen!

On Biden! On Stupid!

On Dumber and Blitzen!

To debt! To bankruptcy!

To free money for all!

Now dash away, dash away

more cash for all!

And then in a twinkling,

I heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing

of each little hoof.

As the economy threatened

to run aground,

Down the chimney

Saint Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur

from his head to his foot.

And his clothes were all tarnished

With ashes and soot.

His eyes how they twinkled,

His dimples, how merry.

His cheeks were like roses,

His nose like a cherry.

This spending season,

instead of naughty and nice,

Santa brought everyone something

regardless of price.

He was chubby and plump.

A right, jolly old elf.

And I laughed when I saw him

in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye

and a twist of his head.

He said, not to worry,

There’s always the Fed.

He spoke not a word

and went straight to his work.

Undeterred by the debt,

he turned with a jerk.

For naughty Pentagon

that lost billions last year.

A fat stocking with

extra cash and cheer.

And don’t forget a delicious

candy cane, sweet.

With forty billion dollars

to tide over Ukraine.

Because of the climate,

it’s not PC to leave coal.

No one seems to care

‘Cause we’re trillions in the hole.

Don’t worry about leaving

the budget a mess.

Democrats have given you

87,000 agents of the IRS.

So Saint Nick laid his finger

aside his nose

and giving a nod

up the chimney, he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh,

his economist agog,

numbing the pain

with a cup of eggnog.