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May 24, 2007 This is a sad day. This is a stupid day. Today your president stood in his rose garden, at your White House, for a press conference and defended his war in Iraq. It was the same old thing. He sings the same old song. He is poor Bushy one note, doggedly singing out his war song. He knows his people don't like it, but he sings it anyway. He knows everyone is tired of it, but he sings out discordantly just the same. |
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Nine-eleven, he sings, nine-eleven, nine-eleven, nine-eleven. He won't stop singing nine-eleven, nine-eleven, nine-eleven. The lyrics are always the same. We have to kill them over there so we don't have to kill them here at home. Same old, ...same old! War, war, war, nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, and he knows we hate it. He knows we're tired of it. But he loves it, and so he turns up the volume, denying the outcries of hurt and betrayal felt by his audience. He wants more money for his nine-eleven war song too, and he wants applause for this deranged opus. He knows it's killing people, but still he thinks well of himself. Go figure. Now as he leaves his podium in the rose garden, he ironically thanks us for our interest. We are left shocked and horrified. His voice and his song have been pure discord as always. He's killing almost everyone at home and abroad with his ghastly one note endless war song. Help!
I have to go now, dear ones, to medicate my tired ears. |