An experiment in liberty.
I am not afraid of terrorists. I am afraid of George W. Bush.
I pray that President George W. Bush will die of natural causes before the election even happens.
I will settle for him simply being removed from office, but it is not enough to make up for the damage he has done. If there is any justice in this world, unlikely a hope as that may be, he will be punished.
My ideal wish is that, upon Election Eve, an angel will come down from heaven, announce that God is unhappy with the deeds being performed in his name, and strike down the false prophet on national television. The angel is welcome to move on to other dangerous religious zealots, Christian and Moslem, but that's not the point.
Although as a loyal (and moral!) American I will do no harm to our President, no matter that his incompetent crusade is increasingly dangerous to my own safety, I bolster my wish with a curse. It is a curse I learned from my Gypsy grandmother to consume villains with their own villainy. Please, join me in crying out to the East:
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
Actually, that is a spell to remove warts, but I believe it will be effective if enough of us join in.
I pray that President George W. Bush will die of natural causes before the election even happens.
I will settle for him simply being removed from office, but it is not enough to make up for the damage he has done. If there is any justice in this world, unlikely a hope as that may be, he will be punished.
My ideal wish is that, upon Election Eve, an angel will come down from heaven, announce that God is unhappy with the deeds being performed in his name, and strike down the false prophet on national television. The angel is welcome to move on to other dangerous religious zealots, Christian and Moslem, but that's not the point.
Although as a loyal (and moral!) American I will do no harm to our President, no matter that his incompetent crusade is increasingly dangerous to my own safety, I bolster my wish with a curse. It is a curse I learned from my Gypsy grandmother to consume villains with their own villainy. Please, join me in crying out to the East:
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
LOMBAAKI CREO PLOMO PLEAH ZONA A'AH!
Actually, that is a spell to remove warts, but I believe it will be effective if enough of us join in.