Possibly: anthrax for my kids and grandkids if I don't do what I'm told.

No Hell below us
Above us, only sky

or 'paper tigers at play' or 'never mind those documents, just come on down and let's exchange some village jibjab'

seriously, it's time to pick a name for the Show. 'cause that's alll it is, at this point. a goddamn fucking show for people who think it's all about them.

gutless, feckless, spineless, useless, worthless, big-talking, shit-whistling fucknozzle? It is the kind of cowardice that is bone-deep.

Me? A Quick Study, But A Slow Learner

The nobles would declare war on one another, set about slaughtering each other's peasants while they rode around more or less safely encased in suits of iron, and then when the outcome was determined and the winner was clear, the losing nobles would be allowed to leave the captured city with their colors flying high and their chests of treasure (minus a handling fee for the winners, of course) strapped to the backs of a train of horses. The nobles, so-called enemies though they may be, had more in common with one another than they did with their own subjects, so it only made sense to take care of their own. After all, the winner today may well be the loser tomorrow, and death, destruction, displacement, and despair were for commoners.

Bush and his gang of criminals will be treated thus by the victorious Democrats. In fact, we are already seeing this-- Democrats legalizing the very behavior of the Republicans that got the Republicans thrown out of office in the first place, planning to absolve the Republicans' corporate enablers (and once and future Democratic donors) for their criminal acts, intentionally floundering in their investigations of past wrongdoing and vetting of new appointees, greasing the skids for wars present and future, etc., etc. And we the serfs watch on in disbelief, knowing that should be object to any of this strange drama, the opposing nobles will find common cause in putting us firmly in our place (bi-partisan denouncements of MoveOn, anyone?). It is a sick, sad show, but you can't help but watch. We at least need to be able to tell the grandkids how we got to this sorry pass.