~an ancient battered faerie upon a child's grave~
~man-sized wreathing~
~critter slit~
~real and past time splashing~
Just about a year ago, I set forth three preconditions of approval for a war in Iraq:
Just before ‘old style’ war is declared/engaged, if the American Administration is interested in my full support, I’ll require: 1) A Couldn't we just leave the White House vacant for And that would just be Day 1 in the
convincing presentation of some of the evidence that the Administration
says it has ‘proving’ that Saddam still has the lethal weapons that
he’s used in the past but now disclaims ownership of.
2) A
general explanation of why insurgency and guerrilla warfare efforts
encouraged and supported by our Special Forces were and would remain
ineffective alone in toppling Saddam. How much time, money, and effort
were spent? In other words, did we really make a genuine effort to
avoid a conventional war by pursuing this alternative?
3) An
account of intelligence attempts to assassinate Saddam and why they
have failed. How many attempts were made? How many of Saddam’s
doppelgangers (doubles) were killed instead? How many of ‘our’
assassins were compromised or lost their lives in these attempts? In
other words, did we really make a genuine effort to avoid a
conventional war by pursuing this alternative?
Well, the Bush Presidency has failed on all three counts. On the
contrary, the best-ever-handled President (with largely unseen
political handlers at the reins) has proven to be a ruthless expediter
of whatever and only what is politically advantageous to his
Party. I hereby spit on his forehead and demand his
ouster.
four years? Let the ghosts of past Presidents residing there take
control? Employ trustworthy pyschics to convey the instructions
of what the communion of Presidential ghosts want to be done? I
hear B. Franklin clamoring for a White House bash with lots of fine
wine, women, and song. And G. Washington just whispered to me
that he wants to be protrayed with a contemporary hairdo on the one
dollar bill. T. Roosevelt just suggested, a la Janet
Jackson, that all future male Presidential candidates drop their pants
and flash their balls--he's convinced that none of them have
any. And T. Jefferson is crying for a presidential decree
to declassify all matters of alien visitations and alien-gleaned
scientific knowledge.
'Ghostly White' House.
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