Hal Crowther of the Durham (North Carolina) Indepedent uncorks a hunka hunk burnin rant. Some brief clips:
The irreducible truth is that the invasion of Iraq was the worst blunder, the most staggering miscarriage of judgment, the most fateful, egregious, deceitful abuse of power in the history of American foreign policy. If you don't believe it yet, just keep watching.
I struggle against the suspicion that so many of my fellow Americans are conceptually challenged. I want to reason with my neighbors, I want to engage these lost Americans. What makes you angry, neighbor? What arouses your suspicions? Does it bother you that this administration made terrorism a low priority, dismissed key intelligence that might have prevented the 9-11 catastrophe, then exploited it to justify the pre-planned destruction of Saddam Hussein, who had nothing to do with al Qaeda? All this is no longer conjecture, but direct reportage from cabinet-level meetings by the turncoat insiders Richard Clarke and Paul O'Neill.
I don't think it's accurate to describe America as polarized between Democrats and Republicans, or between liberals and conservatives. It's polarized between the people who believe George Bush and the people who do not. Thanks to some contested ballots in a state governed by the president's brother, a once-proud country has been delivered into the hands of liars, thugs, bullies, fanatics and thieves. The world pities or despises us, even as it fears us. What this election will test is the power of money and media to fool us, to obscure the truth and alter the obvious, to hide a great crime against the public trust under a blood-soaked flag. The most lavishly funded, most cynical, most sophisticated political campaign in human history will be out trolling for fools. I pray to God it doesn't catch you.
Lord Almighty I feel my temp'rature rising, Mmm
Higher and higher it's burning through to my soul
Rant on, rant on, rant on, you've gone and set me on fire, Mmm
My brain is flamin' I don't know which way to go, yeh
Your dissing riffs me higher like the squealing of a tire
You light my morning sky with a burning Bush, Mmm
Just a hunka hunka burnin' Bush (Ha) Ha
Just a hunka hunka burnin' Bush (Ha)
A hunka hunka burnin' Rant (Ha) Ha
Via Jesus' General and Prairie Angel.
8:23:40 AM 
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