Our Father, which art in Heaven (but not in Congress lately),
hallowed be thy name (lest it be Allah - or some other foreign sounding name our people don't like);
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done (as long as it doesn't include those nasty homos),
in earth as it is in heaven,
Give us this day our daily bread (just not by way of Unemployment Compensation),
And forgive us our trespasses, er, debts (you, Lord, know the TeaBaggin' deadbeats won't pay 'em),
As we forgive them that trespass against us (despite that we may want to just choke them),
And lead us not into temptation (or the Republican party);
But deliver us from evil and Tea Baggers (is there a difference, Lord?),
For thine is the kingdom (well, at least here in good ole' judgemental, holier-than-thou, so-called Christian US of A!), the power, and the glory (whatever's left over in the can after MissChill Bach-man sprays it on her hair), for ever and ever (or at least as long as the rich don't have to pay their fair share).
