The Wall Street Journal 's editorial board has made no secret of their disdain for Obamacare and most things on the president's agenda. This morning's

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The Cee Lo Green Editorial The Wall Street Journal Wanted to Write About Obama's Budget

The Wall Street Journal's editorial board has made no secret of their disdain for Obamacare and most things on the president's agenda. This morning's response to the president's budget is no exception. But this time they made things a bit more interesting, and brought Cee Lo Green to the editorial pages with a piece titled "The Cee Lo Green Budget."

The Journal's editorial page is--while skewing far to the right--extremely vibrant. So it's not too surprising to see them reach out for a bit of pop every once in a while. The gist of the editorial is that Obama's budget amounts to little more than a "Fuck You!" to the American people, saying, "This $3.73 trillion budget does a Cee Lo Green ("Forget You," as cleaned up for the Grammys) to the voter mandate in November to control spending."

While we applaud the Journal for knowing who Cee Lo Green is (unlike the pundits on Inauguration Day who didn't know the name of the song the President and First Lady were dancing to, Etta James' "At Last"), we're disappointed that they chose to censor the song themselves, even punting, saying the song was cleaned up for the Grammys. You cleaned it up for the editorial page. It cheapens the song. "Forget You" is a terrible track. "Fuck You" is the work of pure genius.

We're not sure why the Journal decided it necessary to censor Mr. Green. It's safe to say that nobody too young to get into an R-rated flick will read the editorial. Besides that, we think the Journal's editorial board is repressing their frustration at an unhealthy level. Every day they run another piece about what's wrong with Obamacare. We think it may be healthy for them to just let it out. Say it loud, say it proud: "FUCK YOU!"

On that note, here is a copy of the "The Cee Lo Green Budget" editorial that the Journal wanted to write. It's set to the tune of Green's "Fuck You." Wouldn't you know? You only have to change, like, six words.

I see you driving 'round town with the debt you love and I'm like, fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000)

I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough.

I'm like, fuck you!

And fuck her, too!

I said, if I was richer, I'd still be whining.

Ha, now ain't that some shit?

(Ain't that some shit?)

And although there's pain in my chest, Obamacare's not the best.

Fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000)

Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari.

But that don't mean you can't tax me there.

You want an Xbox? We can't afford an Atari.

But the way you play your game ain't fair.

I picture the foooooool that falls in love with you.

(Oh, Pelo$i's a gold digger)

Well

(Just thought you should know, Barry)

Ooooooh. I've got some news for you.

Yeah, go run and tell your little Bi-den.

I see you driving 'round town with the debt you love and I'm like, fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000)

I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough.

I'm like, fuck you!

And fuck her, too!

I said, if I was richer, I'd still be whining.

Ha, now ain't that some shit?

(Ain't that some shit?)

And although there's pain in my chest, Obamacare's not the best.

Fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000)

Now I know, that you had to borrow, beg and steal and lie and cheat.

Trying to keep us, trying to keep us, from crashing on down on our ass ain't cheap.

Now, I picture the foooooool that falls in love with you.

(Oh, Pelo$i's a gold digger)

Well

(Just thought you should know, Barry)

Ooooooh, I've got some news for you.

I really hate yo ass right now.

I see you driving 'round town with the debt you love and I'm like, fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000)

I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough.

I'm like, fuck you! And, fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I'd still be whining.

Ha, now ain't that some shit?

(Ain't that some shit?)

And although there's pain in my chest, Obamacare's not the best.

Fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000)

Now Barry, Barry, Barry, why d'you wanna wanna hurt us so bad?

(So bad, so bad, so bad)

We tried to tell John Boehner but he told me "This is one for your dad."

(Your dad, your dad, your dad)

Uh! Whhhhhhy? Uh! Whhhhhhhy? Uh! Whhhhhhy, Boeh-nerrrrrrrr!?

Oh! I love you oh! I still love youuuuuuuu.

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000)

I see you driving 'round town with the debt you love. Fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000)

I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough. I'm like, fuck you! And, fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I'd still be whining.

Ha, now ain't that some shit?

(Ain't that some shit?)

And although there's pain in my chest, Obamacare's not the best.

Fuck you!

($100,000,0000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000)

 
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