Shame, Shame, Shame.
Cindy Sheehan sits outside his royal perimeter in Crawford, Texas in the heat, wanting to address the clown who took us into a military misadventure that has cost over 100,000 lives, including Mrs. Sheehan's son, Casey. She wants Bush to stop mouthing platitudes and explain to her why it was necessary for her son and the other 100,000 people to die.
Go home, Cindy Sheehan. He's not man enough to talk to you. He's a shameful excuse for humanity. He pretended to be a warrior in his youth, just as he pretends to be a leader now. He's no leader. He's a hack. A hack without personal fortitude. A hack without any depth of personal humanity, incapable of empathy.
Tomorrow morning America is going to wake up, smelling of puke and sour sex from our binge with this punk with a small mind and even smaller dick who nonetheless managed to fuck us over so righteously. Instead of the promised romance he took us back to his frat house and let his buddies fuck us. There won't be enough hot water to wash off the shame of this episode.
Ok, remind me of how many more years we have to put up with this asshole? That poor lady wants answers and at the very least, some compassion. I doubt he knows the meaning of that word.
Posted by: Brenda | August 12, 2005 at 08:21 AM
Yup..dead on...if you want to see some interesting thoughts that are in snyc. with this-
go to http://watergatesummer.blogspot.com/and read Bush's Ditched Numbers and the Google Game- right up your alley....enjoy..keep bloggin'
Posted by: allie mcneil | August 20, 2005 at 09:21 PM