Butcher, Baker, Candlestickmaker
Not the beginning of the end, but the beginning...Of the end? To paraphrase Sir Winnie Churchhill, Conservative Stalwart, braggart, loose cannon and drunk. Spoon of the Bosh and Spenser Eiffel Rife Scion, a mouser with his Mauser. George W. you see, becomes the lamest of all rubbed ducks. Ouch! The Queen in all her Mums could not concieve of an idiot crown prince, and his multifarious blunders across such a sweeping international canvas, John Ford couldn't have swept it all into his Monument Valley paralaxis.
Remember, if you but will, the epic fifty-five day struggle to move George W. (Dubya)unelected to the head of the free world, through, not an act of God so much, as a decision of the Supreme Court, where these things are not often contemplated, except in times of clear and present peace and prosperity as existed in early 2001. The horror of 9/11 which changed his poll number for awhile, and then the mighty Invasion of Iraq which doomed them forever. Or will they try to get him on the good foot at this late date? Rubber Soul?
I personally think Bush should be dancing with the stars and pardons next year, or better still, tap dancing his size nines to the Hague, but they don't bother with me, and that's good, and I want to stay that way, but you and I know that the Western must end with a shoot-out and not a rub down, the death of the West and the Cowboy Myth itself. Enter Jim Baker.
I'm the butcher, the candlestick maker is you. Remember to give to your favorite blogs out there...Not Atrios, or Kos or me, we don't need it. But I'm sure you can find one who does. It's way better than giving it to some Senator with ambition, or worse. Then sit and enjoy a thrilling read on a fast commentary thread, it's got a back beat, you can't lose it.
Move on towards the light.
11:39:57 AM 
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