Hate George W. Bush!!!
Hate this man. This is the face of our new emperor, a lifeless political derelict, a simpering Jesus-fucker, the brand X leader of the free world. Murderer, crook, bungler, mouthpiece for Big Oil.
Lynch mob cheerleader, liar, cheat, poseur, scarecrow of imperialism. Worthless thief and petty tyrant.
Hate this man. Hate those who reclaimed this worthless piece of shit from the slimebucket, those who slapped a big-shoulder suit on his scrawny ass, and released him to befoul our world.
Hate this bully who attacks the weak and innocent. He is the spear point of the rabid right wing, the sadism of the shock and awe strategy.
He is the face of death, of ignorance, the face of hypocrisy and greed. He is the antihuman, the ultimate hater of all time, so we must strike back. What choice do we, the peacemakers, have left? Hate will cure what hate created; hate will remind us of the need for justice; hate will show us the way to victory.
Only then can we love again.
So I will hate him. I will hate his agenda. Hate everything he stands for. I will hate him, and hound him, and haunt him and surround with hate. Our hate will grow like the wildflowers, our creativity ridiculing his existance. I will be his rejection, his last gasp, his death knell, a prelude to the doom of him and the evil he personifies and represents.
Lynch mob cheerleader, liar, cheat, poseur, scarecrow of imperialism. Worthless thief and petty tyrant.
Hate this man. Hate those who reclaimed this worthless piece of shit from the slimebucket, those who slapped a big-shoulder suit on his scrawny ass, and released him to befoul our world.
Hate this bully who attacks the weak and innocent. He is the spear point of the rabid right wing, the sadism of the shock and awe strategy.
He is the face of death, of ignorance, the face of hypocrisy and greed. He is the antihuman, the ultimate hater of all time, so we must strike back. What choice do we, the peacemakers, have left? Hate will cure what hate created; hate will remind us of the need for justice; hate will show us the way to victory.
Only then can we love again.
So I will hate him. I will hate his agenda. Hate everything he stands for. I will hate him, and hound him, and haunt him and surround with hate. Our hate will grow like the wildflowers, our creativity ridiculing his existance. I will be his rejection, his last gasp, his death knell, a prelude to the doom of him and the evil he personifies and represents.