Thursday, March 22, 2007

Dear George,   There is nothing more pathetic than a hard-on at half-mast.  The successful empire requires a raging hard-on that stays fully erect through the trials and traumas inherent to international treachery.  Critics of your imperial designs wield a gelding knife that would leave us whimpering eunuchs scuttling across the world stage.   The successful empire doesn’t just put it to other countries; it puts it to all of God’s creation.  Empire is an equal opportunity reamer.  As one writer put it, our goal is to maintain “…control over all land, surface and subsurface sea, air, space, electromagnetic spectrum and information systems with enough overwhelming power to defeat any challenge using all weapons in the arsenal, including those nukes masquerading as king-size grenades.”[1]   Those whom the gods would touch, they first make mad. And you are truly touched.  To those who believe your inspired vision would put an end to life, as we know it, I say, so what!  There is no law that says the next Messiah can’t be a cockroach.    Let the universe hear our roar from the molten core of the earth to the nearest black hole.  As our death knell reverberates from planet to planet, from galaxy to galaxy, rest assured that somewhere, in the dank corner of a dank cellar, in a manger fashioned out of an empty snuff tin, a baby cockroach is being born unto us.    Your admirer, Belacqua Jones [1] Stephan Lendman. George Bush’s Sampson Option.  http://www.smirkingchimp.com/node/5964/print. 5:00:20 AM    comment []

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