I wish Byrd and many others had had enough of Rummy's sneering and smart answers 3 years ago.

I used to joke about "IMMINENT domain." Guess I didn't know how right I was.

Amen--I wouldn't vote for the GIPPER if he were the last American on earth (I leave as an exercise to the reader how RR could be the last one while I was alive to vote for him). I hope they hooked up a swere pipe to the GIPPER'S head in hell and are pumping it full of shit, because that's all he had between his ears while alive.

As for Rove, he's going to look so STUPID staggering around hell, shrieking in a giant flame as he tries to explain to everyone he meets that he did it all for a good cause.

Oooh, another PETITION! Shazbat! THAT will have them quaking in their boots! Petitions always work, boy howdy!

Jesus, Joseph, and Mary--I can't think of anything more useless than a petition, esp. an electronic one that can be deleted unread with a click.

Gee, Madalyn Murray O'Hair rises from the tomb...

Leaving aside your use of that contemptuous term, I'd like to point out that, according to Scripture, one cannot earn one's way into heaven. That kinda shoots down the Catholic idea mentioned above. However, that's not the thrust of my post.

My best friend, T, is a strong Christian and I have often asked for his advice, be it for Java coding, career direction, or even moral guidance (one thing I gained after becoming a Christian was a heightened sense of guilt! My Jewish parents would be so proud.) T is smart, compassionate, and really seems to walk the walk when it comes to his faith. However, I have recently come to the sorrowful realization that I might have to dump T. He supports the Smirk and I can no longer pretend that doesn't matter to me. I simply cannot understand how anyone with a shred of morality, intelligence, or decency can continue to support our God-Emperor. Time and again, I've spoken with T about it and each time, his smooth, reasonable voice patiently explains to me that I don't have all the facts, I'm letting my [unfair] hatred of Bush cloud my judgment, etc. etc. "Come on, Saruman," I say, but he's undeterred.

I feel that T's moral authority is suspect. Once I got over my awe (for lack of a better word) at meeting this man who seemed to be the upright and moral person I've always wanted to be, I started reminding myself that T is not always right. He once worked for the CIA (as did his wife) and so perhaps he's trained in the art of persuasion. But it's in vain; I'm usually wrong, but not this time. When he pooh-poohed the DSM, that was the last straw.

My own faith has been severely challenged by all this. I know I should wish redemption for everyone, but all I want for Chimpco is for the ground to open beneath them and dump them living into hell. I wish I could be there when RUMMY, Rush, W, and all the rest see what's in store for them.

Isn't it amazing that the protesters were somewhere where the Mighty Son of Poppy could actually hurt His holy eyes by beholding them? SOMEONE'S head is gonna roll.

Of course, God could do a lot towards showing us he's there by allowing us schadenfreude. If and when  the fecocephalic "Christian vs. evil" masses finally wake up and realize how cosmically they've been buggered, the least God could do would be to make them admit by whom said buggery was done. I don't really wish harm to many people, but it would be quite satisfying to see utter morons such as Mrs. Brandon lose the house or whatever and be FORCED to admit that it was because of the "Christian" God-Emperor Himself. Never happen, though. Even if the sky were to fall, Rush and others would howl that it was yet another abomination of the Democrat Party.

Wow. If a white guy like me were to say any of what you've said, or even suggest it, there'd be an excrement storm visible from space. I can hear the howls of "We were brought to this country against our will!" even now, and many's the opinion I've read that all but claims that blacks have some sort of telepathic link: if a black man in Seattle commits a crime, it's because he's angry over something that happened to a black woman in Tampa. Time and again, I read that the psychic scars of slavery are far from healed. I snort when I hear black voices say, "It happened 150 years ago to people I never knew, but I remember as if it were yesterday." That sure sounds like crap to me, but I'm white, so what do I know?

Yet now you write that it's the Democrats who are conspiring to preserve their hold on black voters by preaching fear. I wonder how your intimation that blacks are their own damn fault ("In other words, it's not Reaganites, Bush supporters, right-wing ideologues or the Klan causing blacks to live in fear of their lives and property and making their neighborhoods economic wastelands") has been received? I think the vast majority of people, no matter what their color, are indeed their own fault; how ironic that I should actually admire the Republican idea of personal responsibility (not that they're any better at that then the Dems). So more than ever, I don't know what to think.

So f___in' what? Saddam was a bad man and the world's better of without him. Hey, is that Paris Hilton HOT, or WHAT?!?!?!?

I had a 2-hour chat with former coworker Chuck last night. I was pretty angry by the end of it, because we got onto my favorite subject: The Holy Son of Poppy. Chuck just laughed when I complained about what Chimpco was doing. Before I knew it, Chuck was going on about the Spanish-American War and how McKinley (we think) ginned up a phony reason for the war, abetted by Hearst, who apparently printed some 100% fake accounts of the evil deeds of the Spanish, so as to inflame public opinion. So in other words, what's happening now is old hat and has happened before. I know that; I wasn't born yesterday. And I have to agree with Chuck that the US is hardly the noble, altruistic nation we like to think. But I was ready to strangle him when he calmly and reasonably said that if we can get control of the oil, which is in our national interest, then it will all have been worth it. Somehow, I kept from screaming as I said, "I see. So the ruin of our reputation, the deaths and mutilations, the worldwide hatred we're engendering, are all worth it so that Joe Sixpack, who cares only about beer, babes, and his car, can drive his SUV worry-free?" Chuck wondered why I was worrying about things over which I had no control. Seems that the "Don't worry, be happy" Reagan years are with us once more. Chuck deserves every last thing he gets, but those of us who aren't sheep don't.

 

And the Democrats would decide not to contest the 700 Club's accusation. Mona Charen and/or Ann Coulter would ask why nobody took a hammer to Clinton's head when he was a fetus (or when he was in NYC the last time). Rush would howl that the woman was a LIBBURUL traitor and got what she deserved. And millions of good, decent people would let the whole story pass through their brains and into oblivion.

Well, since war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength under Our God-Emperor, why SHOULDN'T exoneration be guilt?

I had the pleasure (!) of living in the Ocean State last year. As a Virginia resident, I was unable to vote in the primary. Somehow, I got the impression from the RI natives that the state was, shall we say, a wee bit small and not exactly an electoral powerhouse like Delaware?

More like evil genius. When that pig-faced fuck gets to hell, it's gonna SUCK to be him.

But I've learned that I'm just screaming into the wind. I get pitying/patronizing/contemptuous looks, sighs of "There he goes again" exasperation, and calm, reasonable, Sarumanesque explanations as to why all the horror unleashed in the US's name is necessary and how my head must be up my ass if I can't see it. Bush is great, Bush is good, can you IMAGINE what would havce happened had AL GORE (snicker!) been president, etc. If I weren't a man, I might just cry for what's happening to my country and to innocent people because of my country.