There once was a man who liked heads ‘a shiny,
who wanted his way in ways most whiney.
While smirking up his mugs,
he conspired with thugs --
too bad none’ll ever have a roomie named Tiny.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I Got Dem War Criminal Blues Again Mama!
Posted by Randal Graves at 10:30 AM
Labels: dubya, republican shenanigans, terrorism
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I'm so burned out on Bush that he doesn't even piss me off anymore, it's a waste of energy. The way I figure it, he'll get his when he meets his Maker. That smirk of his will be wiped right off his face and replaced with a look of pain and horror for eternity...right along with Hitler and John Wayne Gacy.
But getting away from my spiritual side, maybe he should retire in FL, a new law passed that just might accelerate his trip to Hades. One trip to pick up some stamps at the post office and BLAM! No more GWB.
Man, I'm feeling dark today...which is why I didn't put up a new post today. Taking the day off to wallow in my dark side.
I understand that burned out rage of Mary Ellen's. There are just too many fires to stamp out--the whole place is going up in flames but hell is here, right here on Earth and Bush is Satan.
ME, believe me, I hear you. This was just an excuse to write a crappy limerick so I could say what everyone else already knows, that none of these fuckers will experience a single nanosecond behind bars. Every now and then I'll read a well-written, obviously rage-filled rant and I wonder how they could do it, because I've sure got the ennui flowing.
Go on and wallow, you know I fully support you in that endeavor. Just don't accidentally shoot me when you're aiming for the Chimp.
liberality, exactly. At this point, lesser of two evils really comes into play since I don't think all that much will be done on nearly every worldwide front: rights, climate, economics, what have you. Band-aids for gaping wounds.
Dear Randal,
Great limerick. Wish I could rhyme like you, but my last attempts at poetry ended in a crash-and-burn episode in high school.
I'm with Mary Ellen. I think I'm suffering from Bush Fatigue (hmmm...that sounds vaguely vulgar) and am just looking forward to when we have a different face in the White House. I was just thinking that there are a ton of kids out there growing up who have only known Bush fils. Shudder.
Salut,
Marjorie
Wow! I've missed a helluva lotta stuff the past few days. Stupid France! Now my Freedom Toast is cold.
Boy& Howdy....I just read that stuff about the Florida Law.
I almost shit!!!
It is as dumb as wanting to arm students and teachers to stop killings on school campuses.
I think we should arm mailmen too, so that they can defend themselves against other mailmen that go postal.
I realized, today, that I read blogs at work to find an excuse to have a beer after work.
I love you guys. Always willing to help a friend! :)
Definitely on the Bush-exhaustion train with you guys. It's just giving me a headache now, the constant dull ache of war crimes gone unpunished.
That thing with him rubbing the heads of bald men is just creepy.
Everybody knows you're supposed to rub their bellies.
What a jerk.
marjorie, I'd utilize peer pressure to get you to try, but that would take away time from your giant novel.
Ugh, now that's a disturbing thought.
fot, don't worry about it, just use this Freedom Microwave to reheat it. The energy is 100% American made!
okjimm, and other drivers. I'm sure you've seen angry cars swerve around the slow-going mini mail trucks. And hey, if I help increase the alcohol consumption, I feel I've done my part for freedom. ;-)
dguzman, just think how soothing it'll be in 2010 when we see pictures of Bush playing cowboy. Cheney will, of course, have been disassembled by then.
dean, heh heh heh. Another candidate for Tickle Me Emo?
Great poem, Randal. And you are right, they will never pay their debt to society.
I love limericks! When Bush is finally imprisoned, his roomates will be the Neocon mutants who worship the Alpha Omega Bomb. Let the unmasking begin!
Now that was good. Very damn good.
Shiny happy head rubbin' good.
eeeew!
Crocodile tears.
Even your pithy poetry is not enough to make BushCo amusing to me. Criminals.
Hi Randal. Snave told me this was a good weblog and that I should come visit. I like your limerick! I think Bush should definitely have a roommate named Tiney, and that he and Tiney should have violent sexual relations on as regular a basis, for as many quadrillions of nanoseconds as possible.
mauigirl, thanks, I just wish I could have the opportunity to write one about their imprisonment!
dr. zaius, so that's who those worshipers were, descendants of Rummy and Wolfie and Feith! I knew it!
fran, that was completely uncalled for. I have to go find something to wash my brain of that image!
frederick, if he does, will Pickles sue Ozzy?
suzi, if it did, then something is seriously wrong.
donald, thanks for stopping by! After I wrote it, I wondered if he's merely another in a long line of Larry Craigs, Jim Jeff Gannon Guckerts and Bob Allens. Perhaps he's a better candidate for scientific study. A lab rat, if you will.
This link explains it all. (But keep it under your hat - It's top secret!)
Yea, I'm not burned out on being outraged by him. I don't believe we'll have to wait for him to die for him to face the consequences of his actions. I want the mofo in jail.
I just don't really believe in the heaven hell thing, per se.
dr. zaius, I won't tell a soul!
FB, if by consequences you mean living off the taxpayer's dole, then yes, he will suffer the consequences. I'd love all those fuckers to rot in jail, miserable, broken, hated.
I don't either, but with assholes like these, I sure do wish there was some form of Stygian blackness for them to be in.
That Dumbya is a hell of a blues singer. As much as I like "I Got Dem War Criminal Blues Again Mama," I think his best blues song was "Another Boring Day Playing Polo at the Country Club Blues." Mmmph! The grit. He can belt 'em out.
I hope Tiny is 300 lbs of GOP luv for W. ;-)
tom, only one who has lived a life as hard, and on the edge as W could've penned such earthy songs. Grit is a perfect word for his down-home lyricism.
tomcat, thank you for that image. ;-)
I want the F***er in jail now!
If that ever happens, the next round is on me!
i rewrote the last line
There once was a man who liked heads ‘a shiny,
who wanted his way in ways most whiney.
While smirking up his mugs,
he conspired with thugs --
and then show Larry Craig his hiney
I think my brain is now blind.
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