Howdy, Undergrounders! Remember our first intromeeting (
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x2066920)?
Well, I shore do. Sorry I haven't been around much, but between campaigning, leadershipping, and recupercating from falls, y'all could say I've been busier'n a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest...WHOOOOOOWEEEEE!!!
Anyways, jest thought I'd pop in while I still had a chance afore the convention an git y'all in the mood fer that glorious event with this here li'l photo essay. I call it, "George W. Bush: Teaching America a Lesson Through Leadership".
Enjoyify!
"Two rich, old, inherited wealth frat boys alone in the backseat
of a limo playing with real people’s lives—are you getting as
horny as I am, 'Chucklebib'?"
“Hold that thought, Condi…”
(picks up phone) “White House,
white man speaking…”
“Lord Jesus, looking out at each of the faces in this crowd
reminds me to thank you for blessing my campaign with something
that truly mirrors one of our nation’s greatest strengths—
our diversificity.”
“Can we have at least
one person of the, you know,
non-white
persuasion who showed up today come on down to the front row?
We need to show you off for the cameras. Hello? ANYBODY???”
“Where the heck were you the other day? Listen, we can get
someone else to sell the flags—from now on,
you stay close
to the stage.”
This one might interest the youthsters among you DUers, out
there: Groovy College Republicans prove “all the cool kids are
for Bush.” (Incidentally, that hepcat on the left knew more
AIDS jokes than anyone this side of Dick Cheney…)
Strong support among our nation’s youth makes it “standing room
only” at this “Students for Bush” event.
Thanks to all my experience with coloring books, I’m being a
regular Pablo Picastro, here (the famous artist-guy who wasn’t
a fruit).
“SORRY, SUCKERS, BUT I STAY IN THE BUS UNTIL EVERY ONE
OF YOU TURNS IN THAT LOYALTY OATH AND STOOL SAMPLE!!!”Believe me, nothing takes the edge off the morning like a cup o'
fresh squeezed methodone.
“You’re so cute I don’t know whether to let you grow up and
inherit my mountain of debt or just sell you to my Saudi buddies
in the “white baby” market, right now!”
“No, punk—I never played baseball, but I could shake my little
pom poms more fiercer than anyone in the cheerleading squad…”
…yeppers, as much the athlete as I am a fighter pilot. ‘Course,
both athletes and fighter pilots gotta pass them mandatory drug
tests, but that obstacle was just the Good Lord’s way o’ makin’
sure I wasn’t detoured from becoming the President, instead.
That’s
fourteen successful baby pickups since the last one I dropped...
I’M IN THE ZONE, PARDNERS!!!“…and then y’all put those metallurgical containers into
these here plastic pouchlike objects? Amazing, simply amazing.”Getting my hands a little dirty to prove I care about our nation’s
nobodies. (And check out the compassion on Pickles’s face!)
“Yes, ‘affordable’ health care
would be nice, but the way to
achievance it is to get up off yer ass and pull yourself up by your
own bootstrappings
like I did.”
“On the eve of your deployment, a toast: Better you than me.”
“
Bon voyeur, as they say—I’d be going right along with ya if it
wasn’t fer my age and bum knees…well, that and the giant yellow
streak running down my back.”
"...what does that spell? BRING-'EM-ON!!! BRING-'EM-ON!!!"Talking smack from the sidelines but never daring to get in there,
myself. An old picture, but some things never change.
FOUR MORE YEARS...of
this????
Well, as we say in Texas,
"TOODLES!"