Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Dubya of Arabia

Can you hear the swelling, dramatic music? George Dubya, now openly clad in Arabian garb, the need for ruse over, stands surveying the Arabian penninsula, from the vantage of the highest dune he could scamper over...thinking of new ways to empower Arabs that need no such help...

Yes yes, you think this is just a cheap joke...but here's something that I noticed. The least articulate world leader was suddenly making like George Plimpton when defending the merits of the ports deal with the company out of the United Arab Emirates yesterday. And if that wasn't enough, he threatened his rubber-stamp Congress with a veto (which will be his first if he ends up against a wall, and he's walking briskly towards there right now) if they should dare try to fix this. Why? IT MEANS A LOT TO HIM. It means more to him than the first Presidential debate, where he was clearly irritated by the event, why should he debate Kerry when he was going to win the election anyway? It means more to him than the capture of Osama Bin Laden...Well, his sloppy intellectual technique now leaves him revealed for the cynical, greedy bastard he is, and now we have a clear idea of how important the UAE interests are to him. Thanks, Dubya, for once studying up on an issue before you had to talk about it...

If something is important to Dubya, his "speaking game" goes way up, as does a before-now unknown concern for legislation...we see it with the UAE deal, we saw it when he CUT A VACATION SHORT! to sign legislation over the body of Terry Schiavo (who's more important? Schiavo, or the Gulf Coast?)...but don't worry, if we are hit by something like Katrina again, we know where to find you, relaxing on your ranch...making out with wealthy Saudi's...

I can understand loyalty to party, but to this guy? And he is probably the nicest member of his cadre...

I'd probably like him a lot better if I had oil to sell to this country...or maybe if I was an oil-rich Arab...or a lonely member of the Saudi royal family...or if I was brain-dead! Aha! A possible explanation!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

It's time to face facts!

Cheney shot his lawyer friend to diminish news of his authorizing Scooter Libby to out Valerie Plame...he's a traitor, and maybe a drunken hunter as well...nearly killing someone takes a lot of heat off of the other bad news...

Cheney said today that it was the worst day of his life. I'm sorry, but you had a fucked week Mr. VP! Which day are you talking about? The shooting, or the news that Scooter's "superiors" (obviously not a word that would apply to those 2 men) told him to get Joe Wilson by outing his wife (who we've learned this week was working on the WMD's of the Iran's regime...not too important...)

Anyone reading these words care to argue against the notion that Cheney feels that he's above the law? More evidence from this fiasco...

By the way, he cannot handle a shotgun: it's time for America to take away the keys to the nuclear arsenal from Mr. Five Deferments. Clearly, he shouldn't be around munitions of any type...

Can you imagine him going to nuke Iran, and he nukes the U.K. instead?

I did my level best to keep him and the rest of Bush's posse on a ranch in Texas for every weekend since late January of last year...and I didn't do enough, clearly...

Clinton never shot anyone...with birdshot, at any rate!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Cry havok...

...and let slip the blogs of war.

Hiya...

You'd think that I am ignoring my blog...

But that isn't the case! I just can't write fast enough, and don't have enough time...

Anyway, three long-in-the-works entries are coming...one of them will be my biggest entry ever, about last October's trip to Canada...another about Steven Spielberg's 2005...

Coming as soon as I have thrown away half of my stuff! Thanks to Helen Buttigieg...(click the title)