Good Lord, no! Bush would never stroke his walter out on the fescue, would he? And yet, with thousands of American soldiers dead, maimed or mentally destroyed who knows what he might do. Tens upon tens of thousands of Iraqis dying, dead and done. A treasury that looks like a hooker at four a.m. on a two dollar Tuesday…not to forget we have a Department of Justice that breaks into a wide smirk every time it spreads its fat cheeks a tantalizing two feet above the Constitution, just before it makes a mound of Texas chili where the Bill of Rights used to encamp.

What else? Emergency response agencies that have boldy gone past having one thumb up their asses to two and are making room for all other available digits. For the past eight years Americans have been treated to a well-funded, concerted and coördinated effort at gross manipulation of Tinker Bell Americans and their fervent wish for their Loving Creator God to ride out of the clouds like a Gooney Bird on crack and burn to death everyone who doesn’t drive a fat fucking SUV to the Church of the Maniacal Savior—mmm, and the continuing saga of the normalization of iniquitous profits—profits manifested by raising the hammer of Free Enterprise and banging it on the anvil of Beaten Natives, a saga so foul with karmic vomit they cannot be cleansed but must instead be put into Chinese Toys…shall I go on? Shall I? Go. On?  Read more