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Politics : Don't Blame Me, I Voted For Kerry -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: American Spirit who wrote (69300)	11/2/2005 11:56:21 AM
From: longnshort	Respond to of 81568

You finally bought that trash truck. good for you, I guess the pole with the nail in the end just wasn't cutting it.

To: American Spirit who wrote (69300)	11/2/2005 12:00:42 PM
From: JakeStraw	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 81568

>>In fact, you'll be sad to not have me posting very much in the near future. Going to be very busy on important business projects. LOL! Important business projects like learning to feed yourself and tie your own shoes?! Truthfully I was always surprised that the institution you are in let you spend so much time online...

To: American Spirit who wrote (69300)	11/2/2005 12:05:03 PM
From: Skywatcher	Respond to of 81568

THE NIGHT BEFORE FITZMAS Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused The indictments were hanging like Damoceles' sword As verminous oxen prepared to be gored The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed While visions of prison cells loomed in each head And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap When out on the web there arose such a clatter The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash He booted hiw browser and cleared out his cache The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air Made Dubya shiver with angry despair When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy? A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie! With an impartial manner that gave Bush the shits He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz! With unwavering voice, his indictments they came He cleared out his throat and he called them by name: Now Scooter, Now Libby, Now Blossoming Turd, Now Cheney, dear Cheney, Yes, you are the third To the bench of the court Up the steps, down the hall Now come along, come along, Come along, all! He then became silent, and went right to work He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk And pointing his finger at justice's scale Said, "The people be served, and let fairness prevail." He then left the room, to his team gave a nod And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight "Merry Fitzmas to all, and to all a good night!" - C 2005 Daryl W (t3poh)