From Jurrassic Pork
OK, to recap: Four score and seven fuckups ago, Commander Codpiece took up his Rudy Vallee megaphone and, with his Connecticut Yankee Andover Deciderettes, Rah-Rah, sis boom bahed America into a murderous, post-9/11 frenzy like Iraq was a goal-to-go cakewalk that promised to cost only minimal casualties and no more than a billion Iraqi petrodollars.
Instead, the Glorious Invasion and Occupation to win the Hearts and Minds of the Iraqis has turned into a classic David v Goliath confrontation and America is relearning the Old School definition of the phrase “getting stoned.”
Pelosi, what the fuck are you waiting for? Do you think everything will suddenly work out in a slap-happy, unseen denouement in this enormous version of Pottersville just because George comes upon an easy epiphany and finds out that his lip’s still bleeding after falling down while eating that pretzel and, oh yeah, recognizes on that snowy bridge connecting the 21st to the 12th centuries that Iraq is in a “new phase”?
Does this mean we don’t have to impeach him, after all?
This administration just. Doesn’t. Fucking. Get it. They still have yet to grasp that what Iraq, what America needs isn’t reshrink-wrapped damaged goods that find their way in the idea market place’s bargain bin. We don’t need more talking points or agreed-upon catch phrases that everyone dutifully parrots like pitchmen hawking the latest iPod. We don’t need a new spin on the same old shit that Stevie Wonder can see in a dark room wearing heavily smoked glasses:
Remainder at the link -
http://welcome-to-pottersville.blogspot.com/2006/11/impeach-cheerleader-save-world.html
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