4 more years....damn.
I had a dream last night that George W. Bush came out of the white house dressed like Jesus--the only difference was that he wore a ten gallon hat and two pistols here in his boots. Laura Bush was beside on him, on all fours like the dog she has become (in fact, most women of the country were allowed to cast stones at her for she had betrayed them [house wives love her]). Dick was swimming in a pool of filth--human feces matted onto his bald scalp.
"Listen to me," said Bush. "I am your alpha and your omega and I am here to rid this country of it's sinners."
And just as the ers spilled from his lips, lo and behold a great swoosh of fire ignited the protesters and burnt them to ashes. "For the next four years, youf freedom is mine and mine alone."
Dr. Rice celebrated with an drunken orgy a la Ben Franklin. She and Rumsfield invited a few others, George H. W. and Barbara, even Tom Delay.
The Senate excuted the Democrats in office. The House slaughtered them like Jews under Hitler's rein. A
It was agreed that Saddam would be set free so that children of lower class families could try and catch him again, risking their lives and even death.
"This is the country I shall build," said Bush. "I will have a bible in everyone's had or be it death to them!"
He shot the justices who didn't agree with him and replaced them with staggering rich me drunk on the flesh of prepubescent girls and boys of lower class families, Catholic priets and even hogs as big as the fattest Republican.
Jesus came down from heaven and Bush crucified him again...Mel Gibson took this as a sign that he must make another movie to enslave man into guilt and force them to believe.
Beloved Michael Moore was hunted. And Bush had himself an old fashion book burning.
Our freedom was stripped from us. We were slaves. Families were torn by Conservative perverts and only one party remained. This was the end of this country, the fall of our empire.
Fortunately, it was only a dream....