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America is surely a wonderful place...if a leader of any other country on the face of the planet were as inept and deceitful as this one is he would most certainly have been replaced by now...if not voluntarily because of shame then by some other means...even Nixon had the class to admit when he was wrong and left, before he completely degraded the trust of the people...maybe when the people of this great land have had enough of what this administration is trying to stuff down our throats they will demand change...how many more bodies are going to litter the roads of Bagdad before even the staunchest of conservative will throw up in disgust...

If any believe that Stay the Course is still the best policy, they should get out of their pundit chairs and take up the cause...I could support a war that had the likes of Sean Hannity, Rich Lowery and the rest of the armchair generals standing around waiting for the snipers bullet or the roadside bomb, or even the infamous homicide bomber...the last being the most humorous of the nom de guerre given by the Fux gnus channel...Tim McVey was a homicide bomber because he was such a coward as to leave the bomb in front of the building...those in Iraq splatter their own guts all over the place and that is why they are called Suicide bombers...I'm not defending the creeps but just trying to expose the hypocricy of the rightous right...They want the 10 commandments plastered all over the place but they don't seem to want to read them or follow them...

Bring the troops home now...if Syria or Iran attempt to interferre in the region we can then take care of them in the appropriate way, but right now they are playing this president for the fool...lets get back to what the U.S.A. is best at, assasination. It's obvious that this little commander in chief and his band bumbling staff haven't got a clue about how to accomplish anything else...spending trillions overseas isn't making the homefront any safer as evidenced by the bozo with the plan to grenade the malls...

Until we know what "win" means to a conserviative like Bush and his appoligists we are doomed to endless conflict and loss of American life in the Arab Badlands...If "win" means to stand there until the last man standing uses the last bullet on himself, like Custer at the Little Big horn, then the American dream will become a night mare...

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We can finally lay a wreath at the foot of the grave of the Bush administrations forein policy...from the day he fired general Shinseki for telling him the truth about what it would take to succeed in Iraqinam to the admission that what we have here is really a civil war, Bush and his elite staff of neo-conspirators have been more like an episode of the three stooges than what they fantasized themselves being like Jack Baur in 24...and the likes of Sean Hannity whose helmet headed right wing drivel show has finally jumped the shark into irrelevence with the passing of the totally corrupt Republican regime...hopefully the new year to come will bring us back to balance...

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New CIA interrogation training video...

Now everybody is afraid of Sheiks on a plane...

George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to Hell,
where the Devil is waiting for him.

"I'm not sure what to do," says the Devil. "You're on my list, but I
have no room for you. But since you definitely have to stay here, I am
going to have to let someone else go."

"I've got three folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let
one of them go, but you'll have to take their place. I'll even let you
decide who leaves." George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.

The Devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large
pool of water. He kept diving in and climbing out, over and over. Such
was his fate in Hell.

"No!" George shouted. "I don't think so. I am not a good swimmer, and

I don't think I could do that all day long".


The Devil led him to the next room. In it was Tony Blair with a sledge
hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing the hammer, over
and over, time after time.

"No! I've got this problem with my shoulder, I would be in constant
agony if all I could do was breaks rocks all day", commented George.

The Devil opened the third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying
on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in
aspread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky doing what she
does best. George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and
finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."

The Devil smiled and said "Ok, Monica, you're free to go!"

The president spent Saturday morning with a small pack of riders in a foggy redwood forest about 90 minutes north of San Francisco.

"I still ride the mountain bike primarily to help settle the soul and to burn off the excess energy one gets when you're living life to its fullest," Bush told an Associated Press reporter who accompanied him on the ride.

"We're able to enjoy the beauty without really disrupting the pristine nature of the place," the mud-splattered president said after the 65-minute ride. "It's a classic way for mankind to enjoy God's gift. Plus, we get some exercise."

A long convoy of SUVs and off-road vehicles rumbled behind the group, carrying medics and security agents with machine guns...

John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers, hens, called pullets and eight or ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs. The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of his time so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too, but on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!
John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. But to Farmer John's amazement Butch had his bell in his beak so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
John was so proud of Butch, he entered him in the county fair and Butch became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result ... The judges not only awarded Butch the "No Bell Piece Prize," but they also awarded him the "Pulletsurprise" as well. Clearly, Butch was a politician in the making.
Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention?

Vice President Dick Cheney personnally extends an invitation to the leaders of the Democratic party to accompany him on his next hunting trip...

JUST GOT TO BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF OR, TELL ME WHO'S KID'N WHO!

Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's daddy made war on him, a good guy when Cheney did business with him and a bad guy when Bush needed a "we can't find Bin Laden" diversion.

Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is communist, but trade with China and Vietnam is vital to a spirit of international harmony.

A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but multinational corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation.

Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton.

The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in speeches while slashing veterans' benefits and combat pay.

If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex.

Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy. Providing health care to all Americans is socialism.

HMOs and insurance companies have the best interests of the public at heart.

Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but creationism should be taught in schools.

A president lying about an extramarital affair is an impeachable offense. A president lying to enlist support for a war in which thousands die is solid defense policy.

Government should limit itself to the powers named in the Constitution, which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.

The public has a right to know about Hillary's cattle trades, but George Bush's cocaine conviction is none of our business.

Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a conservative radio host. Then it's an illne! ss, and you need our prayers for your recovery.

You support states' rights, which means Attorney General Gonzalez can tell states what local voter initiatives they have the right to adopt.

What Bill Clinton did in the 1960s is of vital national interest, but what Bush did in the '80s is irrelevant.

Feel free to pass this on. If you don't send it to at least 10 other people, we're likely to be stuck with "Bush" forever.

When asked about the possiblity that Laura would run for publice office bush said "she's not inerested in running for office she's interested in literasy" and that he was pretty certain that when he married her "she didn't like politics or politicians"...

here's you chance to get into the blue....

The Republicans

proved this evening that they intend to wage politics like they have been waging the war in Iraq...without purpose or direction...repeatedly they paraded the cliche ridden excuses for war before the American public and without shame tried to make their case...that we will stay the course until the job is done...we won't cut and run...but they can't seem to tell us when the mission will be accomplished.

We beat Sadam, cleared the WMD's, came up with a constitution, held elections, have a democratic government and have trained a 200,000 man army to defend their country...I wouldn't call leaving this behind "cutting and running"

I am sure that the vast majority of the troops in Iraq are counting the days until they can leave, save maybe for the Generals who have nothing better to do than wage sensless conflict.

The majority of casualties these days aren't from battle with the enemy, who ever that may be, but from roadside bombs and car bombs.We need to declare victory and regroup our troops for the next battlefront...which will probably be on the southern border. It's only a matter of time before the enemy realizes that we are completly unprepared to defend the homeland with all of our resources overseas.

Maybe it's time to adopt the parliamentary process and give this Regime in Washington a Vote of no confidence and replace them.

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Subject: How many does it take to change a light bulb?

How many members of the Bush Administration are needed to change a light
bulb?

The Answer is TEN:

1. One to deny that a light bulb needs to be changed,

2. One to attack the patriotism of anyone who says the light bulb needs to
be changed,

3. One to blame Clinton for burning out the light bulb,

4. One to tell the nations of the world that they are either for changing
the light bulb or for eternal darkness,

5. One to give a billion dollar no-bid contract to Halliburton for the new
light bulb,

6. One to arrange a photograph of Bush, dressed as a janitor, standing on a
step ladder under the banner "Bulb Accomplished",

7. One administration insider to resign and in detail reveal how Bush was
literally "in the dark" the whole time,

8. One to viciously smear #7,

9. One surrogate to campaign on FOX TV and at rallies on how George Bush has
had a strong light-bulb-changing policy all along,

10. And finally, one to confuse Americans about the difference between
screwing a light bulb and screwing the country

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This gator was found in New Orleans swimming down the street. 21 FT long, 4,500 lbs, around 80
years old minimum. Specialists said that he was looking to eat humans because he was too old to
catch animals. This crocodile was killed by the army last Sunday at 3:00 pm, currently he is in
the freezer at the Azur hotel. The contents of it's stomach will be analyzed
this Friday at 2:30pm.

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Walking down the street one day, George Dubya Bush is shot by a disgruntled NRA member.

His soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem: We seldom see a Republican around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer," says Dubya.

"I'd like to, but I have orders from the Man Himself," says St. Peter. "He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll l! ive for eternity."

"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in Heaven," Dubya answers.

St. Peter shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and Dubya goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees.

In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of the clubhouse are his dad and thousands of other Republicans who had helped him out over the years: Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, Jerry Falwell. The whole of the Right is here, everyone laughing, happy; casually but expensively dressed.

They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at expense of the "suckers and peasants." They play a friendly game of golf, then dine on lobster and caviar.

The Devil himself comes up to Dubya with a frosty drink. "Have a margarita and relax, Dub!" he grins.

"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says Dubya dejectedly.

"Aw, this is Hell, son! You can drink and eat all you want and not worry," says the Devil. "It just gets better from here!"

Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who is a very friendly guy who tells funny jokes and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother with real horns. They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it, it's time to go.

Everyone gives him a big hug ! and waves as Dubya steps on the elevator and heads upward. The elevator door reopens on Heaven and St. Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate. So for 24 hours Dubya has to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money, and treat each other respectfully. Not a nasty prank or frat-boy joke among them, no fancy country clubs, and while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor or middle-class, he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special!

Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive. "Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat Robertson never prepared me for this!"

The day is done and St. Peter returns. "Well, then," he says, "you've s! pent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity."

With the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background, Dubya reflects for a minute, then answers, "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open, and Dubya finds himself in the middle of barren, scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste...kind of like Houston.

He is horrified to see all of his friends dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces! and hands black with grime.

The Devil comes over to Dubya and puts an arm around his shoulder "I don't understand," stammers a shocked Dubya. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar and drank booze. We screwed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"

The Devil looks at him and smiles slyly. "Yesterday we were campaigning," he purrs.
"Today you voted for us."

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No one told me there was a recession going on...no one told me that my fiscal policies were squandering the surpluses...no body told me that the terrorists were planning an attack on the U.S....no body told me that my war on terror would create 100 terrorists for every one we killed...no one told me that the war in Iraq was a stupid idea, that they wouldn't see us as the great liberators...fortunately I'm only guilty of gross incompetance and not some sexual escapade that might get me impeached...