If you need a bit of amusement, I hope you'll find this to your taste.  It was sparked off by the comments on one of Dean D.'s posts in his blog The Baby With the Bathwater here on Townhall.  The post dealt with his, erm, 'frustration' with Al Gore and all of the nice fluffy white global warming falling on his area - and during an exchange in the comments, he stated the following:
"Yepper, I'm sitting here cringing at my computer waiting for the phalanx of Prius's from the Goracle Light Armor Brigade to surround my house and demand my immediate surrender to the inquisition."

That was too good an opportunity to pass up.  Hence, "The charge of the Light Armored Brigade", below.

Honor the Light Armored Brigade!
Oh what a charge they made!
But alack and alas,
there should come such a pass,
as to see their full force so dismayed!

With their chariots that soon they must run,
on the winds and the waters and sun,
they set for their foe,
while 'twas ten below,
but oh how their work was undone!

Th warrior they did draw nigh,
and cried "Raise your hands to the sky!"
"May I be so bold,
but aren't you cold?"
He asked with a gleam in his eye.

They glared at him all with their frowns,
clad in their thin scholar's gowns,
then declared like a shot,
"You arrogant snot!
The heat only goes up, never down!"

Then the warrior, our very own Dean,
pointed to their graphing machine,
"So you say, so you show,
but you're standing in snow!
Does that nothing at all to you mean?"

"You try to trick us, but this we know!
Our Goreacle has said it was so!
From valley to peaks,
Truth only he speaks!
So Forward! Now on with the show!"

Then stepped their leader forward, a glorious heirophant,
and from the look upon his face he was prepared to rant,
but he remained composed,
his anger undisclosed,
as he suddenly began a rapid fire chant.

"It seems we must now dazzle you with our Scientific Arts,
so gaze in awestruck wonder at our furious graphs and charts!
If you do not bow,
and obey our statements now,
we won't be responsible for when the trouble starts!"

Then declared the warrior, "You seek to cut me to the quick.
But I recognize upon this chart a brilliant Hockey Stick!
That one has been proven false for oh so very long,
that even through the murmer of your global siren song,
you certainly must know by now that it's sunken like a brick!"

"You try to trick us, but this we know!
Our Goreacle has said it was so!
From valley to peaks,
Truth only he speaks!
So Forward! Now on with the show!"

The brigade's demeanor then began to droop,
but barely had it finished when they started to regroup.
Their backs began to straighten, their eyes lit up with fire,
for they knew - they had been told! - their moral ground was higher,
and they turned once more their ire on Dean. "You poor pathetic dupe!

"If you don't stop using coal,
we'll miss Kyoto's honored goal,
and even though it's tragic,
the poles will melt like magic,
and the city of New York will be a shoal!"

Said Dean, "New York isn't on the coast.
And I know the statements of which you proudly boast.
But look upon the evidence! If you check the proof,
and view your words as testable instead of Augur's sooth,
you'll find the water's rise would be but inches at the most!"

"You try to trick us, but this we know!
Our Goreacle has said it was so!
From valley to peaks,
Truth only he speaks!
So Forward! Now on with the show!"

Then rallied again the leader, "It's very plain to see,
that you have not the slightest clue, and surely no degree!
Your statements have no meaning, all true men are on our side!
Thus behind the shirts of knaves your pretty tales must hide!
For anyone with wisdom with us must agree!

"If anyone should cry us false, they surely must be fools!
Or else of Earth's vile pillagers merely useful tools!
Consensus now is formed!  There is no more debate!
You must bow down!  The time is now!  You can no longer wait!
You will willingly obey our many eco-friendly rules!"

The warrior Dean still stood his ground, holding to his stand
"Surely you must see, though, that by the evidence at hand,
Debates now must be held! Real truth must now be sought!
For as they are your rules would end the freedom for which we fought,
With no proof that they in any way would benefit this land!"

"You try to trick us, but this we know!
Our Goreacle has said it was so!
From valley to peaks,
Truth only he speaks!
So Forward! Now on with the show!"

As their heads were covered in frost,
Dean realized their hearts had been lost,
deep in the swamp
of the Goreacle's pomp,
so his final attack he did toss.

Thus declared Dean with a jest,
"Well, I'm sure he knows best.
So take off your coats,
and those scarves from your throats,
and remove now your warmest of vests!"

Then these garments off they did take,
but soon in danger did quake,
for so strong their belief,
in the Goreacle's brief,
that shortly, they started to bake!