A facist, an evangelical, a criminal and a moron walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and exclaims, "Mr. President!"
Thanks to the Beckster for reminding me that we've past our 5th aniversary of all the other stuff.
Lettuce Spray
George Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want. He maketh logs to be cut in
national forests. He leadeth trucks into still wilderness. He restoreth
my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk in the valley of pollution and war, I will find no
exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control; they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me all the days of
thy term.
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever....Amen
The Twenty-third Qualm
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