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Inmates are Running
Asylum Cartoons, poems, etc., that we think is representative of the kind of person who occupies the Oval Office
World's Thinnest Books
By Gee Dubya Bush & Friends
For Bush Supporters With Their Short
Attention Span (Posted in Yahoo group)
How I Balanced The Budget
The Iraq War is Over
(May 1, 2003)
My Ranch Meeting With Cindy Sheehan
How To Debate Your Presidential
Opponent
How to Ride a Segway
How To Correct The Economy
How To Eat Pretzels
How To Find WMDs
How Halliburton and I
Undercharged the Miltary on Fuel
by Dick Cheney
How To Operate a Savings and Loan in
Texas
by The Sons of Bush "SOBs"
Other Gee Dubya Thin Books,
Added by Isaac Peterson, from Slightly Left
How to Talk Good Mistakes I've made How to Find Osama Poor People I've Known and Loved How I Fulfilled My National Guard Duty Military Funerals I've Attended Thoughts on Democracy Encouraging Free Speech, Civil Rights, and Civil Liberties How I Delivered Universal Health Care All My Motivational Speeches Lessons I Have Learned
The
Night Before
Bushmas
by Robert W. Barker
'Twas the night before Bushmas and all through the
land not a stinker was stirring, no one had a plan.
The stock piles were waiting weapons galore, in hopes of more profit we wage this war. Iraqi Children all nestled snug in their beds while cluster bombs exploding over their heads. Bush and his cronies smiling and gay, watch the children die and say: "what a fine day!" Mrs. Bush in her fine dress and George in his suit, play God to Children from Iraq to Beirut. From out of the sky there cam such a clatter, helicopters arrive we know what's the matter. I sprang from my indifference out of my bed, to see the children splattered, it bothered my head. The moon on the desert leaves blood stains galore, each life that is shattered is just one more. When to my wondering eyes did appear a spike in gas prices "no Christmas this year." Fronted by Eagles and red white and blue they kill and maim without further a due, a strike at Fallujha and then we'll be through. Whip up the white phosphorous, we can wipe them clean, eating the flesh to the bone we mean! George smiles and jokes as he appears here, and children fall daily for his Christmas cheer. George whistled and shouted and called them by name. "On Colin on Rummy, on Cheney, on lies and misleads, to the top of illusion we do speed." "Now Bomb away bomb away bomb away still," watching death and destruction gives George such a thrill. As dry leaves before the hurricane fly, we watch bombs dropping form the friendly skies. When out to the Green Zone our brave peope arrive no flak jackets there to keep them alive. And then in a twinkling the terrorist arrive, as Bush cried out: "Bring em on," who cares who dies. Meanwhile Katrina came into view, old New Orleans ignored and left to her duo. Bush on his ranch and golf course resides, as people lie dying he smiles and denies. Ma Bush to Houston to see what was the matter, and cried "The poor really exist, it was not just chatter!" Ma like what she saw, the people living in the dome, "For them no big change, it's just like Home." "Mission Accomplished" they did rejoice now over two thousand, dead under Bush. Our precious children all tarnished from blood and soot, extending their stays while Bush's looking good. DU they pass out for each mothers young, doing damage to livers from dusk till dawn! Bush springs to his jet, to his team gave a whistle, and away he flew like king of the missile. Yet I heard him exclaim as he went out of sight: "Dick Cheney keep lying, we'll be all right!"
That
stupid schmuck,
Bill
O'Reilly,
recently published a parody on
The Night
Before Christmas,
in order to further fight a war that doesn't exist--the
war against imaginary people who want to "steal"
Christmas by "forcing" people to say, Happy Holidays"
instead of "Merry Christmas." My little response
follows:
The Night
Before Kwanza
'Twas the
night before Kwanza,
And all
through the house
A jackass
was braying--
'Twas Ms.
O Reilly's spouse !
Bill's
face was contorted
With
indignation and rage
His
unbridled fury
Belonged
in a cage
"How dare
they?" he shouted,
'Though no
one would listen,
And he
stormed and he pouted
Causing
his sweaty face to glisten,
"How dare
anyone have a celebration
That
doesn't proclaim ours a Christian nation!"
But not
one person paid attention,
For the
jackass's bray was beyond redemption
So the
great diversity of our population
Was soon
displayed in its celebration
Of
Christmas, and Chanukah, and Kwanza, too,
And one
and all cried out, "Happy Holiday to you!"
The
arrogant O'Reilly was also included
In the
holiday wish to wish I've alluded
For even a
jackass, in this holiday season,
Is sent
our best wishes by people who reason.
Happy Holidays
Irv Cohen
Posted to Yahoo
discussion group
Aggressive Progressives
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