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you keep pouring salt over our wounds and festering up our sores with putrid secretions every time you stand before your pre-screened, pre-selected audience and the national propaganda loudspeaker machinery which follows you to record, promote, and disseminate your hateful words originated in your hateful soul.
were it not for your constant pushing buttons like terror, homeland security, spying, need to spy, need to torture, america rules, wmds, traitor, stand with us or against us, compassion, killers, bloody killers whom, you promise to kill all of them before they kill all of us ... were it not for you pushing all of those emotional buttons, the nation would have moved on log ago, and we would be in a far different, a more better place, emotionally, at least. All of us.
But you want to keep us down, so you can keep your jackboot on top of us, along with your power grab of the white house, and you kill us all with tax cuts which are followed by program cuts for programs that we all need for our daily lives, from medicare, prescription drugs, infrastructure money to repair our levees, fix our roads, secure our ports which you are now selling to keep your war raging, and your inflated war profit pocket inflating itself with blood coins even more. And all the while property taxes rage, and so do prices for prescription drugs, and gasoline, and food, and is there anything which rages not against our daily lives anymore?
And the rage in your soul, against whatever it is that it rages for bloody killers are just your excuse to rage as well as your scapegoats because you are really not raging against them, or facing whatever true enemy your soul has, keeps us all your prisoners because you don't need any jails to hold us in, or torture us in; for, the programs you cut away from us, are torture enough for us, and the young blood that you pluck from our entrails, is torture enough for us, and your words, your presence, they too are torture enough for us.
we want to get rid of you, mr. bush--but so far we don't seem to be able to, and you keep pouring out your poison on us and you keep killing us all, softly, with your poisonous, malodorous, words, your iron clad jackbooted power grab, and the program cuts we need to keep ourselves alive.
You invited yourself upon our dinner table and made yourself our uninvited guest and advanced yourself to the head of the table against our wish, and now you serve us malodorous, poisonous food that we don't want. your words, your presence and your sanctimonious war.
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