July: Cockroaches, Speaking in Tongues
in New York City heard about Jesus Day(1) in Texas, they declared Bush
Day in the sewers of Manhattan.
(1) One of George W. Bush's
"achievements" as governor of Texas was the signing of a bill
that proclaimed June 10th "Jesus Day" in Texas.
Bush is out of office but the Bushmen
are still there, dreaming up the next war and the funding scheme that
will benefit their business associates.
If you were robbed on the street and you knew who did it, would you
not go to the police to report the crime? In politics the robbery is
considered to be "water under the bridge"—unrecoverable.
Bu hao, not good! Why not go after the real estate industry
and its accessories, the assessors? Simple answer: They are the biggest
contributors to political campaign funds.
the sportsman? Seventy pen-raised pheasants left dead on the ground
on a single day—beaks in the dust, eyes glazed, buck-shot broken
legs and wings, drops of blood on downy feathers, beauty destroyed—Cheney
the killer. Even worse: The slaughter of 150,000 retreating, white-flag-waving
Iraqi troops in 1991. Shiva, meet the Prince of Slaughter.
Carl Roves and "Scooter" Libbys are a dime
a dozen. Just wait for their parole date to come up and meet 'em at
the prison gate with a bag full of money.
Democracy in America: Scoundrels,
and scoundrels waiting to be scoundrels. The good guys are now on stage
but the bad guys are waiting in the wings. The show goes on and it is
just a matter of time. America is a serial killer.
Who's next? There's one named Palin out there now. See here in the wings?
Cute, deadly, dumb. Sarah Barracuda they used to call her. A smiling
mean bitch who likes to kill for sport. Part Cheney, part Rice, part
Bush but able to grammatically complete a sentence. Kill, smile, charm.
But it all comes down to money.
Bought and paid for by big business. Oiled words, purchased deeds.
Rice. "I'm so
charming it's alarming ..." And a cross look for those who do not
agree. Spoiled teenager at a piano recital, unconditional parental love:
"Such a lovely dress, my child, don't get blood on it today!"
what did Greenie know? Apparently everything and nothing. The captain
of the Titanic changed jobs before the ship went down.
And what about American jobs? For sale to the lowest bidder. Get in
line with India, you SOB ITs.
America? The only thing that matters if you can word it another way.
Trickle down? Not on my watch, says the Bushman.
What would Jack London
think of hunting wolves by helicopter, Ms. Palin?
And what about all those Iraqi, dead and
dying, bulldozed into graves? Do you believe in that too, Mr. Cheney?
Did we keep America safe, or did we make a buck?
Does anything matter?
What's the matter?
What's the matter here?
honest but only in the toilet. The truth may be a messy.)
Waiting in the wings and taking aim: "My fellow Americans,
can we afford four more years of right-doing?"
Jesus Day in Texas. Good
Look at the official photo of George
W. Bush. Notice the far-off look in the eyes? It is the look of a man
with a vision that does not include the bodies on the ground in front
week after resigning as Alaska's governor, Sarah Palin says, "I'm
not a quitter, I'm a fighter." Right. She's fighting to explain
why she quit.
also likes to kill large animals. Smiling beside a bloodied big-horn
sheep she has just shot, she looks like a pathological killer.
They are all destroyers
of nature and beauty. What what are they doing here?
pretend it is Jesus Day:
they are all destroyers of nature and beauty. What are they doing here?"
son, I do not know. Something has gone wrong in the divine plan."
you want something to be true, just make a wish and say it three times.
It's true."—George W. Bush
If you have ethics problems, call them frivolous. If they don't go away,
resign to take up a higher cause." - S. Palin
"I believe in waterboarding. I believe
in anything that causes pain and suffering." - R. Cheney
Kill chicken, warn monkey. - Chinese way
encourage monkey. - American way
And what about all those bodies buried in Desert Storm, Mr.
Cheney? Aren't you afraid of ghosts?
Do those visions show all the blood, Mr. Bush? Is red your favorite
color—along with white and blue, of
Play it again,
Rice. But quite smiling and get it right. No one thinks you're charming.
Get off the stage, Palin. The
only stage you deserve is the back stage of a high-school auditorium
with your mouth shut.
And the next time you have a vision, Mr. Bush, don't run for public
office, call your doctor.
"When the cockroaches in New
York City ...