While some folks were focused on the herd of ponies that Heckuvajob Georgie handed to the oil-cronies today, this misunderstimadministration saddled-up another, behind the scenes initative. It got bad,
real bad...and the world should see this.
Rumsfeld kicked-off the onslaught with this gem...
As we know,
There are known ponies,
There are things we know are ponies.
We also know,
There are known Unponies,
That is to say,
We know there are somethings
That are not ponies.
But there are also unknown unponies,
The ones we don't know,
If they are unponies.
And just after he finished saying that, it got bad.
'Cause republicronies...Don't. Like. Ponies.
See...just after Rummie finished his little existential rambling...he pulled out a 45, and he plugged an ol' war-horse right behind the ear.
Dropped the ol' boy right there in the Pentagon conference room. Free-associating back to the movie "Animal House", which he so enjoys watching over-and-over, Heckuvajob Georgie knew a good chainsaw opportunity when he saw one...tho' WH assistants eventually suggested a road-trip to the nearest wooded area to save the clean-up.
Upon hearing that he was somewhat out of the loop, Karl Rove - who will neither be out-done nor inconvenienced - ordered room service and had a pony delivered to his office. Wherein he proceeded to strangle the poor animal. Or should I say, Rove attempted to strangle the poor animal - Rove's weak and pudgy digits proved unequal to the task, and he required assistance.
Eschewing the vicariousness of video vindication, Senator Bill Frist plunged into the fray, demonstrating both his surgical precision and his patented tactical approach from the rear.
And, of course, The Big White Tick Himself, Unca Dick...well Ol' Tick, he started his day with a quiet breakfast in the Oval Office...
And Rummie, who kicked-off this slaughter...Rummie shed a tear...
Still, Rummie was not sated...not sated at all. He had another pony brought in, and he sucked out the pony's brains. Right there in the conference room, Rummie sucked out that pony's brains. Lunchtime, and all.
See, folks...THEY. WILL. NOT. STOP. Never. Not until they get everything, every pony, every penny or half-penny from terror and fear and oil and...everything.
THEY. WILL. NOT. STOP. EVER.
We know what we must do...we must ride.
Not just young, skinny, wiry, fellows who can ride...we must all ride. Saddle-up...for yourself if not for the ponies.
'Cause on this trail, folks, it just might be that we're the calvary.
VirginiaBelle said it real well yesterday...
...we're Democrats...We care about everyone, and have a moral obligation to look out for the interests of the weak and vulnerable even if they do not vote for us or live near us or act like us. That is the definition of our party...