Monday, August 13, 2007


And with the coming of the second Monday in August, 2007...the mass exodus continues. Karl Rove fleeing the shoe about to drop, while a very pleasant sight that would only be better if he were handcuffed, is akin to the cockroach that scurries to avoid the kitchen overhead fluorescent.

The man is filth. Absolute garbage. He knows it, we know it...hell, even Bush knows it. Ah, but on this fine summer afternoon, there was our Glorious Leader nuzzling up to the Anti-Christ for one last hug, photo op and a pat on the rump for a job well done.

If you listen closely, you can almost hear George W. Bush's (latest) lie reverberate through the fabric of space and time, "Way to help fuck the nation, Karl. Atta boy!"

When the roaches start scurrying, it can only be because of one thing, right? The American People (the artist formerly known as 'The Ones Calling the Shots Around Here') are packing a can of Raid.

fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy.


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