PittsburghThoughts

 

Tonight President Bush plans to wrap a turd in silver and gold wrapping paper and call it his gift to you. What's the occasion you ask? It's kind-of like a reward for not taking to the streets and demanding economic justice and it's kind-of like an insult implying that you're no more intelligent that a crow swooping down to gobble up that slimy, shiny glob on the ground. 

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The true believers on Bush's quick fix economic squad are running around like the Keystone cops, turning economic cranks, tweaking this and that, while the bells, whistles and flashing lights go crazy. Paging: Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard...

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It's pander-monium and our main man Bush is in-da-houze, the White House that is, for his much anticipated, long overdue, final year. Tonight he will sum up his accomplishments, how he's labored on your behalf, how he's been a tower of strength for you, how he's been a cross between Jesus and Superman and all for you.

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But wait! There's more! He's delivered a great economy. You might not know it but you're rolling in dough, honest your are and you have a rebate check coming in the mail!

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600 bucks comes a marching, single file, straight off the presses, straight to you!  Thanks to our shrewd, thoroughly engaged chief executive you'll be able to put gas in your car for over 2 months! Or, if you're one of those dead-beat socialists relying on public transportation, you can BUY GROCERIES!

My sarcasm knows no bounds. I'm replete in derisive remarks. I'm in thrall that we've been saddled by the highest court in the land with a totally dysfunctional president and that he's completely oblivious to the absolute absurdity of going in front of America and claim he's been good for us. He's the slap-stick king, the falling down ex-drunk, our own person Punch and Judy show:

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*He dances on stage and calls for a kissy kiss' from Judy. She reluctantly appears and gives him one!
"Not too sloppy though, Mr Punch you animal".
Suddenly, a terrible din from below.
WAAHH! WAAHH! it's the baby. AAH! AAH! it needs changing POOH! POOH!
"You change it, I'm off", says Judy.
"No way", says Punch, and throws the baby out of the window.
Judy out window too.
"Byebye. Hooray", says Mr Punch.
"Oh dear, I see a ghost. No way, go away.
Who cares 'cos there's sausages for tea. Thanks Joey the clown".
Crocodile lurks and slurps and slips the sausages into his tum.
"Oh bum", says Punch.
"FREEZE", says the policeman, "your murdering days are done".
But he's the one who gets the window treatment fun, and Punch is free again, hooray!
But wait who's this?
Boo hiss, the devil's behind you!
But not even 'him from below' can outwit Mr Punch.
"It's the window for you and the spooky ghost too. I'm off for some fun!"
So watch out the rascal's still about.

*Punch & Judy