Sunday, May 1, 2005
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I swore on my sword by word I'd not write another word about Bush. Tush tush! Still he reams out the country like the bumpkin (IQ wise) that he is. Now he's the straight man for the the desperate housewife comedian. Et tu, Brute. I am so tired, tired of our troops fighting, of our companies ripping us off, tired of people coming here from somewhere else and expecting a free ride, tired of the cost of gas and medicine and food, I tell you, I am sick of it. Sick to the bone. Since 9/11 just look at how Tushie Bushie has failed. 1) Can't find Bin Laden? I think he could find him. 2) Can't find the creep who put the anthrax in the mail? Why not if he's such a hot president? 3)Can't make the Iraqis all get along? Not surprising since we don't all get along. And they are three different PEOPLE. 4) Can't understand why he wants to make it Christian/Freedom vs Islam/Terrorism? He choked on more than a pretzel.
I know I'm going on and on. But I am sick of it -- sick to the bone. Vote everybody out. Stupid politicians, stupid voters, we're a bunch of idiots if we keep pretending the country is okay.
Keep tuned and I will tell you about the screw-ups and give you links to look it up yourself.
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So lo-o-o-o-g dear reader.
