meet reverend mykeru, the soon to be newest addition to waiting for dorothy's blogroll. know any wimpy, wussy liberals suffering from a lack of sufficient bile? direct them to the singular snarky diatribes of the reverend for a dose of righteous liberal rage. then send them to margaret cho's blog for a second helping. we're fighting the hordes of political and social darwinism, and the assholes in charge have slated you and yours for extinction. find your inner t-rex!
preach it brotha!
I hope that George W. Bush enjoys humming "Hail to the Chief" to himself as he lays in bed every night awaiting the peaceful dreams of the stupidly sociopathic without so much as a thought triple-layered in Freudian dream symbolism for the country he has betrayed, the salt of the earth Americans who work hard and play by the rules who he has screwed over like a deviant bonobo on crack loose in the monkey house, not to mention-- because we never do in America-- the thousands of Iraqi and Afghan children he's planted into the ground like cheap fertilizer to make the pretty flowers grow.
I also hope that Dick Cheney enjoys being Presidential Regent while he can, carrying the burden of making the hard choices on which company --his-- gets the cushy no-bid contracts allowing them to prey on a twice defeated Third World country with all the compassion of fat vultures kicking back another mouthful of rotting carrion.
One can also hope that Colin Powell, once hero of Persian Gulf I and now a compensated spokesman for a criminal enterprise running a long running infomercial that pass for an administration enjoys watching the very last drops of his credibility dry up like dog piss on hot asphalt.
more ....
now... don't you feel better? in case you're still feeling apathetic and cynical, just remind yourself -- liberals are smarter, more fabulous, and better looking.
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