Mardi Gras with the White House

George Bush sat in the Oval Office playing Halo on his X-Box. "I am bored!" he told Laura, who was passively reading her bible, the part about the Levite man who throws his wife out to the mob to be raped to death because the man felt it was her place to go and appease the mob. "I wonder if she enjoyed any of it and if that is a sin?" thought Laura. "W" had disrupted her deep thought," Oh just go to Mardi Gras already, " she told George. George was as giddy as a school girl on the eve of her debutante party. George got on the phone to Cheney and Rummy and McClellan, and said it's on boys, let's party! Cheney said that they all should go incognito, that way a drunken angry mob won't burn them in effigy, for real. All thought it was a good idea. Later on Air Force One Cheney showed up dressed like Satan, McClellan was dressed as a clown, Rummy was dressed up like Fidel Castro and "W" came dressed up like Betty Page. He had adorned the stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and garters and all. Cheney, looking strangely aroused said, " Georgie, you know you could have just bought a mask, maybe a Clinton mask would have been funny." Bush snapped, "I didn't tell you what the hell to go as!" Rummy, Cheney. And McClellan all looked at each other and laughed, Rummy said," Don't worry George, you look pretty, you will be the belle of the ball. "Thanks, that means a lot to me, I put a good amount of time in to this costume."Bush said shyly with a slight amount of coyness mixed in. Well the plane landed and the boys jumped out and got into a limo. They went to Bourbon street in the French Quarter, when they got out they were shocked at the filth and garbage everywhere. Cheney said angrily,"Some one should clean up this mess, I mean how are "those" people ever gonna attract business if they don't get this shit cleaned up?" Well a parade of transvestites marched by and grabbed Bush away before anyone noticed. Scott looked over at Dick and asked where the hell "w" was and that Laura was going to rip off his testicles if he didn't bring him back sober and in one piece. Cheney laughed, "Good luck with all that!" he told Scott. Indistinct cries could be heard from the crowd of transvestites, "I am not gay knock it off!" Cheney then looked around for someone to spread some misery on, he saw his victim, a young female about 24 with blonde hair and a Slippery Rock college jersey on. Perfect.. thought Cheney, an innocent, now it's Cheney time!. He walked over to the inebriated young girl and asked her he she wanted to make a deal with the devil. The young lady was half in the bag but still had some cognizance about her." Piss off pervert!", she yelled at Cheney. "Tony, this fat assed old man is trying to get down my pants!" Just then a young man built like a steamroller grabbed the V.P. and screamed in a drunken threatening manner, " I' ll dance with the devil, bitch!" Just then with a speed of Thor, Cheney opened his mouth so quickly and lunged on to the young mans nose, he proceeded to snarl and tear the boys nose off with his teeth. Blood spurted out like a Super Soaker, then Cheney spit the nose to the ground, and muttered, Italian, I hate Italian. The boy went running down the street screaming in a yells bloodcurdling that it sounded like baby rabbits that were being torn apart by a den of hungry stray cats. Cheney with blood running down his chin, laughed, and he laughed hard. He then grabbed the girl and planted a big bloody kiss on her. Then running his blood soaked tongue across her face he threw her to the ground." If you don't want the Big Dick, that is your loss bitch!" he exclaimed and then puffed out his chest. McClellan was quickly writing down alibis for this incident if it should ever come to light, when he was struck by a bottle thrown from a second story patio by a fat girl in a wife beater shirt that had a Trace Atkins logo on it. "Give me my f#$king beads", the drunk portly young nymph said to Scott. "I showed you my breasts, now give me my f#$king beads!"McClellan then turned blood running down his forehead, and told her he was sorry, but he only had money. The big girl then yelled," If ya' got a twenty I'll rock your world!" Scott thought for a second with deep introspective wandering, when was the the last time my world was rocked? "You got a deal", he yelled back. He raced up the fire escape to the girls patio and the two proceeded inside. Cheney disappeared into a crowd of citizens and Rummy was passed out from the 5 Long Island Iced Teas he had slammed. Ironically, a group of young republicans had surrounded the Castro costumed Rumsfeld. They started venting their frustrations from coming all the way from Nebraska , dropping a ton of money and not getting laid. They drew a bead on Rummy dressed as Castro and were sure to get some of their hostilities out on him. they All took turns kicking Donald in the nether region. Still as the beating ensued , Rummy never awoke from the drunken stupor. Well daylight was peeking it's head over the horizon and calling an end to the madness of night, the four Washington partiers made their way back to the limo at 6 in the morning. Quietly they sat with an uncomfortable silence that was oppressive. Finally Rummy said," Man those Long Island Iced Teas sure make your balls hurt!" Then Scotty said , " You can't catch an s.t.d. if you pay for sex, can you , I mean it would be bad business right?" Cheney, who was soaked in blood, much more than when he had his encounter with the young couple from Slippery Rock, said," Ya know, I am really misunderstood, if people just give me what I want they wouldn't have any problem from me. It is their fault for rejecting me , they have it coming!" Last but not least was "W" sitting in a fetal position curled in the corner of the limo silently weeping to himself. Cheney, looked curiously at him and said, "Wow, it looks like George had the best time out of all of us!" The limo erupted with laughter and everyone felt better about the nights adventure, except George, whose mascara was running all over his face with his tears.

Bush Travels To India

Air Force One Left to India, aboard Bush was stocked up with reruns of "Dallas" and "Dukes of Hazzard" reruns to view. He stayed up the whole flight watching his two favorite shows. Cheney was in the back of the plane staring at photo stills of the female actresses in the Doodle-Bops and the girl dressed up as a clown from the "Big Comfy Couch". His hypnotic stare was most disturbing to his aide Master. Young Masters was a graduate of Bob Jones University and came highly recommended for his snitchiness and his ability to agree with everything that his superiors told him. Masters asked Cheney what he found so interesting in the photos stills from the two children's shows. "Well," Cheney replied indignantly, "if you must know I am attracted to these two women, but only in their costumes, and I am trying to figure a way to break them." Masters told him that he understood one hundred percent and who were these women that tried to bring joy to children without having any, it is suspicious. Bush's howls of laughter could be heard all throughout the plane as he kept yelling at the screen, "Boss Hogg you are so stupid!" The plane landed in India right on time in fact the crew found that they had plenty of time to kill. Cheney suggested that George go and see the sights and maybe even get a picture taken with some locals at a statue of Gonesha. George then asked who the hell Gonesha was, Cheney explained to him that he was the elephant man god that the savages prayed to, and that he liked to drink milk. "Wow, I am going to see the Elephant man drink milk!" Bush yelled in a joyous joyous rapture. Cheney explained that he and Masters were going to do a little government work for America . They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Cheney got a tut-tut, and he and Masters sped away. "Where are we going? " Masters asked sheepishly. Cheney said curling his lip with a smile that a wolverine has after it has devoured the warm intestines of its' prey,"It's a surprise!" Masters told Cheney he loves surprises. The tut-tut puttered slowly in to a section of town that made Masters fill with great unease. The buildings were filthy and the streets were strewn with garbage, human waste and what appeared to be the remnants of a once decaying corpse. A tall man dressed in a seersucker suit with a turban came out from the alley and motioned to the tut-tut to follow him. The two Americans got out and followed the man up to a room in the tenement. Squalor was everywhere as naked children covered in filth and flies dug through trash heaps looking for a morsel of food. Masters thought to himself, it is because these people don't believe in Jesus, that's why they live this way . God is punishing them for their failure to grovel to him. Nothing can be further from the truth in reality, but to some one like Masters this could never be explained to where he would understand it. So the thought gave him great comfort. As they went into the room there on the table was a suitcase, next to it was a dirty tin box with a picture of a Canadian Mountie on the cover of it. The box read Witleys Candies. Masters was puzzled by all of this, until Cheney asked if the stuff was good . The man assured that it was, Cheney skeptical, told the man in the turban to give his friend a taste. Masters then was grabbed by two men and tied to a chair his sleeve rolled back for him. "What in Gods' name are you doing to me?" he looked tearfully at his mentor and idol. Cheney said "We are going to buy a ton of this new designer drug and we have to see if it works. The man in the Turban opened the tin can and inside was a syringe that had seen better days. The syringe was filled with an orange liquid and was covered with dirty fingerprints and dried blood. The big man sunk the needle into Masters arm. Masters began to shake like an unbalanced washing machine, his jerky motions made Cheney laugh and laugh hard, then Masters screamed "Fire Ants are in my veins!" This made Cheney laugh hardest of all. Masters started talking to the wall and asked it why it was staring at him, then he explained to the men in the room that he would appreciate it if they would pick up their feathers from their wings and to quit scratching their big chicken legs on the floor. Cheney seeing this, told the man in the Turban, I will take all you have and we will ship it in through Haliburton. Cheney left with the exchange being made and grabbed Masters, whom at that time was hallucinating that Cheney was Frosty the snowman and was extremely worried for him that if they didn't get Frosty out of this heat that he will die. Masters broke away from Cheney screaming in a frenzy ,"We have to find your magic hat or you will surely die!" Masters ran into the crowd until he disappeared. Cheney didn't wait but thirty seconds to deduct that Masters was not coming back. He Jumped in the tut-tut and headed back to the plane. When he was on the plane he asked Bush how his trip had gone, Bush was extremely disappointed in the days travails. He told Cheney how bummed he was when he saw that the Elephant man was not the same guy he saw in the movie, the one about the freak. "Hell, I thought I was gonna see some freak drink a glass of milk, man am I bummed, it was just some weird statue that didn't mean a damn thing to me." Bush said with that weird stagger he walks with like he is trying to copy some western movie sheriff standing waiting for a shoot-out. Cheney then told Bush that Masters had gone all liberal on his ass and ran off to do charity work for the poor. Bush assured Cheney he could get him another aide that was just as good, then George got on the phone,"Gimme Bob Jones University." Now all was right with the world again, Bush thought, I am actually doing something presidential.

Of Greatness Passed

I will take today and set aside my childish antics and writing done of deliberation with the sole purpose to torture the reader and take this time to be serious. Grace F. Knoche has passed, she left us at the age of 97. There are a million (literally) endearing and good things that could be said of Grace. So I will make it short and to the point, during her lifetime she was more instrumental in keeping alive true free speech, free spirituality, and altruism than any living world leader, Holy man or teacher. During her life, she spread ideas and seeded thoughts of truth and beauty. She did so with egoless servitude, and non materialistic action that served only the truth. She was truly the keeper of the flame. I should only hope that all my life learning and experiences that it could add up to just one splinter of one of Grace's thoughts. If you are interested in reading her work you can start with," To Light a Thousand Lamps." Also back issues of Sunrise magazine. Thanks for your time to let me pay tribute to a person whom had a great influence in my life. Tomorrow I will be back to my usual sophomoric and satirical writing, but until then, regret nothing and try.

"W" comes to Michigan for fun and freaks

Yes, it is true Georgie boy came to Michigan to check out industrial parks that are working on alternative energy sources, the smell of the pure grain alcohol sent W over the edge, he called the White House to let staff and wife know that he had to take in extra meetings. His next step was to get Cheney and the boys together and party. They all descended on the 8 mile strip in Detroit and man did things get strange from there. Crashing a rave that one of the wire taps provided information on. Cheney stripped down to his fluorescent speedo and a pair of fuzzy slippers, and to top of the ensemble ; the always fashionable glow in the dark pacifier and school beanie. Dick dropped a couple hits of X and started dancing a mad groove with his mad skills to some old school Digital Underground "Humpty Dance", then went into a steady flowing vibrating movement to some Orbital. Things got weird for him when he started crying to some Fatboy Slim house mixes, Cheney wept and screamed out guttural cries of "I've got no place to go!" and "Heavens Just a Sin Away!" Meanwhile George was trying to hook up with some Goth chicks who were tweaking off a bad batch of meth, George was explaining how his wife doesn't understand him and that just because you are in good with Jesus doesn't mean you have to stop having sex. Well things got ugly and Cheney, Bush and Rumsfeld were at a table arguing over who was going to be the figure of Death out of the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse. It seems that W had a vision and Jesus told him that he, Cheney and Rumsfeld and Rove were the 4 horsemen sent here to ring in the end times. Bush wanted to be death because it was so cool, the scythe and the black robe and all the cool mystery that surrounded it. Well this pissed off Cheney, he whipped his pacifier to ground and bitch slapped George. Dick thought since he was the bmoc he should get first pick. Well , when all was settled it looked like Bush ended up with the sanguine figure of infection, pestilence, and Cheney will get to be Death. The party went on into the wee hours of the night when it was decided that since they were in Michigan, they would look for some Amish chicks on Rumspringa. Dick told everyone at the table about the rituals of Rumspringa , that the Amish let their kids go out in the world of the English at 16 years of age to sow their oats and that when they turn 20, they are so burnt from all the sex and partying that they gladly go back to the Amish community. So our heroes drove out to Potterville and Vermontville Michigan to look for Amish chicks who were hot and ready to party. By this time Cheney had drank about a gallon of Red Bull from the dehydration of the designer drug that he had used, now he was getting a bit irritable. George hung his head out the window and pretended to get sick so he wouldn't have to face Dicks crazy tirades about liberals , and Homos, and that goddamned , f&%king know it all Jon Stewart. Well when they arrived they couldn't find a barn party where the Amish kids were, then Cheney went off again, bitching about how the Amish didn't have phones that they couldn't eavesdrop to get party leads. George knew he had to find a way to get Cheney some kind of release or else he was bound to explode all over him and start beating him with that horrible rubber appendage that he keeps in his suitcase. Luck was in Bush's favor as he found the Chinese massage parlor on I-69. They made their stop there . Then Cheney got mad at the Viet- Namese girl who tried to get the V.P. to help her out of her enslavement to the pimp. She explained to him how Chinese soldiers had kidnapped her from Viet Nam and then sold her to this pimp in America , now she will have to work for him for 23 more years in order to pay off the debt of her enslavement. Cheney just laughed and said " If I had cared for your situation I wouldn't have gotten 6 deferments from the war." "Any way," he explained" the Chinese are my best customers, their lack of child labor laws allow myself and my friends to get rich." He then advised her that at the age of 18 she was lucky to have a job that was so easy. Cheney then went to the pimp and told him he had better keep an eye on that girl cause' she was up to no good. The pimp thanked Cheney and gave him a free 30 minute massage coupon good at any Chinese government owned parlor. Well that ended the journey in Michigan for the White House boys. Join me tomorrow when we follow our leaders on a trip to Orlando in their next exciting adventure on " Deeper in Debt. " This has been another Rob Riley Lie brought to you by the complete boredom of my job.

Cheney meets with Satan

Well Cheney's' schedule was cleared to meet with that giant of the underworld, Satan, no not the hockey player, the prince of darkness himself. Well Satan threw out a few good suggestions on how to screw over the constiuency. However unfortunately he could not top the madness of Cheney and Bush. Satan told Dick that he really enjoyed the fact that Bush was trying to get the Jewish community all back to the promised land so that the apocalypse can start. Now some of Lucifers ideas were a little far fetched like send tainted water to the u.s. soldiers then charge the taxpayers a ton of money for the service, But Cheney bit and submitted it to Halliburton and they used it 3 weeks ago. (Lucifer has control of the whole space time continuum thing.) Satan told Cheney not to interfere with Darfour that was his gig, Cheney assured the fallen one that
he would not because no money was to be made at it, no matter what side was picked. Well later that day Satan visited with Lynne Cheney they gossiped about Britney Spears, Brad and Angelina, and Jen. Satan wanted Lynne to know that it was not his fault their daughter turned out the way she did, and that Satan only likes his lesbians to look like supermodels, that was her doing and hers only. Lynne asked if she would end up in hell like the rest of the sodomites and lesbos, Satan reassured her by way of quiet comfort and a nod, then replied when she does come to hell, it will most definitely be not for being in love with another woman. " I think", Satan said "that it was the Universal law of helping the needy that she repeatedly breaks." "But those people are dirty and common!" Lynne shockingly replied. Satan chuckled and said , "Yes, but who helped them there?, Not me, so a few of you will have to join me, anyway how bad will it be for likeminded people to spend eternity together?" They Cheney's laughed and sighed it will be like a Republican convention that will go on forever and the Democrats will serve us in hell. "Yes", Satan replied, " they will because another universal law that the Dems break is when they watch horrendous crimes being committed they stand by and look away with blind eyes." weakness is servitude. Well the White House worked all night on ways to stir of up the Muslims to get them angry with the Jewish people and Dick Cheney had his best night of sleep ever.

Meet the Press Marlene Matalins' emotional wreckage.

Wow, did anyone see this Sundays' Meet the Press? Marlene Matalin, wife of Deliverance star James Carville( I believe he was the kid playing the Banjo, but I am told he was the guy in Wes Cravens "The Hills Have Eyes"1978 movie. He is the guy on the cover, the bald one) anyhoo, Marlene was carpetbombing emotion all over the place, so much so it even caused a moment of weakness in David Gregory, he apologized for doing his job, which was unnecessary, Gregory usually is trying to find answers to questions. I know he had to apologize because he has bills to pay. The only one on the panel whom was altruistic and egoless was Maureen Dowd. Dowd, neither left nor right, a friend of Bush senior was spot on about the traits of the Vice President. I resented the name calling Matalin got into referring to Dowd as a Diva, it was low and childish. Low and childish is for bloggers like me, not spokespersons for government officials. Dowd was like a seasoned fighter, cool and smart, she let Matalin hand herself with her emotional ramblings, and came back with a cool sophisticated patronizing burn. Matalin looked like a prize-fighter whom had just lost the title fight and the reality of the event was sinking in. Now Gigot looked worst of all, he was the toady who didn't follow the story and was banking on whatever the fuck the Wall Street Journal banks on to sell its papers. I mean C'mon, the only people who read the journal are pretentious synchophants trying to appear smarter than they are. Real investors are going to the net for co. Spreadsheets, tech. Innovations and management changes. Wall Street Journal is an obsolete Dinosaur that did well when white collar America still had jobs before downsizing. Oh by the way, downsizing, a theory that is invalid by all economists but supported by the Journal. Well you went along with the downsizing of your readership too. Now you have to come on Sunday talk shows and whine about how we should be paying attention to your stories. Gigot, the the brigands are coming for your company and soon you won't have the rice needed to appease them. Well that's all I have. Remember underneath each Lotus blossom hides the possibility of a snake.

Sunday Funday

The main principle of action that can be observed is that action also causes reaction. Yes this is an old adage, cliche even. The vibration sent out has an affect on the seen as well as the unseen. Take our friends in Washington, as the deconstruct this country to bits and pieces of merchandising ware, they refuse to see the end of this mentality. They are selling our ports to the UAE. United Arab Emerits. Our debt is being bought up by China, as well as the hoarding of American currency brought in by U.S. companies, an action 30 years ago would have landed a CEO in jail, dealings in trade secrets with a communist entity. Now it is a free for all by our leaders making the quick dollar. They do not care about the American citizen who will foot the bill for this atrocity, they will be long gone, as our children will suffer for the first time that their parents generation dropped the ball and didn't make the country a better place for them as did their ancestors. We have no one to blame but ourselves for this apathy. Half of the citizens are brainwashed drones who rally around the president in the safe thoughts that the country is in the hands of a Christian good ol' boy, the other half is waiting for Gadot." Yes someone must come and save us from this mess, they will I know it!", they swear in their hearts. Wake the fuck up both sides, please. I know you whom will read this say, he is just a painter, what does he know? Well, I know enough to understand that my children deserve better, and so do the poor, the working poor and the indigent, the elderly and the challenged. Jesus Christ, you are allowing this administration to steamroll over all that the ones who have gone before us gave their lives for an ideal of brotherhood and unity, the noble brave and honest men and women who bought us this great nation with their blood and lives. Why am I the only one who can see this? Do you not feel you deserve better? What kind of childhood plagued with negative reinforcement brought you to this lowly state of anesthesia induced apathy. The Britney Spears defense, "WE elected him to think for us so we don't have to.", is so common, not in the lower class, nor the moderately educated, but in the upper class and the affluent. Now I am not talking about a revolution here or an overthrow of the state, I am talking about little things, like a thought change. Let us start with this to the wealthy, the victims of Katrina didn't do enough for themselves. They trusted, that is their crime. They trusted that the services set aside for them would not be used to pay of Halliburton to provide tainted drinking water to the troops. They trusted that the National guard would be there to protect them from looters and not displaced in Iraq. They trusted that the 69 million dollars set aside would be used to fix the levees in 1978. They trusted and lived in the comfortable numbness that is required to be a citizen in this country. To make waves is not American anymore. The ideals of Thomas Payne have been squelched by a government with an above the law no holds barred mentality. If in your minds eye the truth is imminent, so start with that, see the victims of Katrina not as the Black population of the disenfranchised, but as people like yourself caught in a bad situation because questions were not answered long ago and the American Ideal of ignorance is bliss has replaced the truth. So when you are watching Desperate Housewives or Greys Anatomy, or whatever godforsaken piece of shit that is on the t.v. to escape your daily toils, and as you are watching invalidating you own life to drug yourself with the thought of "Well at least my life isn't that messed up." Ask yourself , "Why am I doing this?". Because you have been trained to you monkey. Sorry to be the one to tell you this but the poet was wrong, the truth is not beauty, and beauty is not the truth.

Washington awry

Often the public is deluged with repetitive talking points and spin in a systematic brainwashing for the masses, mesmerization. However it appears that all the spin meisters are coming out with different talking points and it appears to have a hint of general disorder. Even the right wing drones are out of whack, Ann Coulter mistaken by police was harassed until they realized she wasn't a meth addicted transvestite. Not to pick on Ann, she and her existence is truly a sad one, and an easy target. What kind of whacked out family did she have to spew such hatred for money, I thought that only fundamentalist preachers like Robertson made a living at that. I know that her father was a male prostitute for rich men in Conn. He would go up to the Hamptons for the weekends dressed in school girl outfits and a pair of Buster Brown shoes. This was a good gig for him and put bread on the table and hate in the heart of Ann. So yes I am empathetic to Miss Coulter, it must have been tough to have your nicest dresses raided and trashed by your fathers liaisons. Well still no answer on Scooter LIbbys' superiors and what they had to do with their treasonous act. My source says that Cheney was pleasuring himself while looking at accident photos on Rotten.com when all this went down and he (being pre-occupied) made a snap judgment to go after Joe Wilson because Scooter was interrupting his only moment of ecstasy for the month. If you think this is a pro Democratic blog and anti Rep. , nothing could be further from the truth. I am just as disappointed in the Dems being the toady little kid that turns on you and joins the bullies forsaking your friendship just to avoid a little discomfort. Well good people who are out there in world still left with a sense of humor about things, Regret nothing and try.

Twisting outside the Beltway: Snowy daze

Twisting outside the Beltway: Snowy daze

Snowy daze

I was driving home from my glorius job tonight in a virtual white-out. When I got home my teenage son was sick from the flu, with a marathon of heaving. I was going to write on how Dick Cheney seems to be incapable of truth telling, however since no one reads this right now with all the goings on at home the point is moot. I am not saying that to be lazy, I just had a crappy day with sick kid alamode. My sons are great people, no thanks to me, they came that way. Both are courteous, kind, and respect all people and their beliefs. So, when they are sick I do the normal parental overanylyzing on what to do to ease their pain, not much one can do when it's the flu. I do not know how parents cope with a child with a terminal illness, they must have wills of iron and compassion that the gods envy. Anyhoo, I thought we missed winter this year in Mi. Not so. It is coming at us now in Feb. with a vengeance of an outed mobster, I hate winter, I would be back in the south if I had my druthers during the winter months. However, when the spring hits here and they sky is crystal blue with the trees the shade of green so deep that it looks like an oil painting, with soft summer breezes warming the air it is the most beautiful place on earth, even if it only lasts for a week. Oh well, live the way you think or else you be doomed to think the way you live.

I played hooky from work, "W" calls on Jesus once more

Yes it is true, I was to go into work tonight, they switched us from days to nights. I needed another day to get my sleep schedule right, yeah that's it. Actually I just plain assed didn't want to work today. I never miss work so this is a rarity, and why I got away with it. Anyhoo, if you worked with the guys I work with you would call in everyday. There is a guy, Mike Skinner, and his wife threw him out of the house for infidelity-drunkeness. Well one of the sparkys came in early in the morning and found this guy at the job site where he had been living all weekend. He was passed out on the floor in the middle of the room with a flashlight a couple of porn mags and half a bottle of Yukon. Now why the electrician did not turn him in is a wonder to me, it is new construction, and the building is unfinished but Skinner had to break in to spend his weekend of self debauchery there. Oh well, at least he did not shoot someone in the face with a shotgun and then tried to hide it for 24 hours. The only political news I have is that Jesus had intended to visit the White House today, I do not know if it was to spread cupids arrows to needy aides, or if it was to tell Bush it is O.K. to invade Syria next, if that was the case it is a good thing that Barbara Bush was there at the time and threw him out for being one of those left winged liberal dirty sandal wearin' hippies. I do not think she recognized Christ due to his dark complextion, she mistook him for a Katrina survivor. So secret services escorted him out and tore up his invitation signed by "W". Meanwhile Rove sat in during the appointment time and "W" was relieved to see that his holy master is actually ol Karl, except Jesus doesn't love "W" the way Karl does (with the love that dare not speak its name).

Cheneys' a drunk with a gun

24 hours it took for the news to get out about the shooting in Texas, or that is how long it took for the affects of the alchohol to wear off. The white house press core could not get a straight answer from Scotty boy. He was afraid to let the good folks know that a moment between two men in the most intimate situation went awry, what could have the 78 year old Whittington have said to the VP that sent him over the edge to shoot his face with bird shot? Cheneys' drunken thoughts were if "I can't have him, no one will!" Cheney remorseful, stayed by his beside in a Houston Hospital all night whispering stories of love and strength until the 78 year old lawyer came to. Whittington has forgiven Cheney, like most abused spouses Harry believes Dick won't hurt him again. Meanwhile the White House is still trying to figure out an accident for Abramoff that will not draw the suspicous eye of the White House press core. It looks like the poison prostitute is out of the question, a most devious plan to set up Abramoff with a lady of ill repute who would drop diathylmide into his Chivas. It looks like they are going for the Jane Mansfield op. Oh well that's all I have for now, but if I can bribe the press with more of those cool spongebob pens that light up so you can write in the dark , I am sure to attain more info, and yes I do know that doesn't is not spelled does'nt. (Iwas very tired this morning)

I hate my job, but who does'nt? I threw away any opportunity for a viable career when I was young. I had dreams like yourself that were dashed to bits due to my own irresponsibility, so I am the being of my machinations. I paint , industrial paint. It is the lamest job in painting one could aspire to. If a monkey could take the mental enviroment it could succeed greatly at this craft. Alas a monkey would grow bored and would quit, I however have a house payment, 2 fine young boys and a wife who keeps me on the straight. However, I sleep soundly at night, not on account that it is honest work, but that the paint fumes have probably eaten enough brain cells, I don't worry as much as I used to. Well this is just an intro to my blog, I am sure that no one will read this but if you have been kind enough to take time out of your day, I'll give you some background. Born in 62, Navy brat. Travelled around quite a bit as a kid, ended up in Fox lake Il. for my formative years, lived in Whichita Falls Tx. for a few years, Austin and San Antonio, I came to Michiganin my late 20's. When I landed a job in Michigan as a painter I was working with a co-worker named Don. He and I found out that we had the same birthday, then we asked each other where we were born, the same hospital in Fla. 45 minutes apart, both at the age of 33 in the same job in Michigan with sons the same age names Zach, Fate is a bitch isn't it?