Sunday, September 09, 2007

THE BODY POLITIC

A politician is one that would circumvent God.
Shakespeare

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority... like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.
Shakespeare

I'm sorry, but you have terminal
cancer.

Many of your tumors have been removed:

Donald Rumsfeld, Alberto Gonzales, Karl Rove.

But your cancer still exists.

The days of your country are numbered.

How did you get this cancer?

With your

Lies

Lies

Lies

Lies!

Your cancer is the worst possible kind of cancer.

It has spread.

You have been destroying your own country.

Not just Iraq.

You might as well have been smoking fifty packs of cigarettes every day.

There is not much time.

Today, tomorrow...soon...the cancer will stop, and so will you, and so will the nation that you have misled with your lies.

Or perhaps not.

Then this nation will have an opportunity to heal itself.

IT'S THE OIL STUPID!

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