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January 13, 2009 at 07:47:35     Permalink Promoted to Headline (H2) on 1/13/09: Bush's last speech- a triumph of the Moronic Evil Diary Entry by Mark Sashine (about the author)

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It is not the triumph of the W(ill). It is a triumph of the M(oron).

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My fellow- Americans. I urge everyone to run the video of the Bushs's last speech on Jan  12  and turn off the volume. Just watch the body language of  our  Pretzel  when he is  by  himself- no more Cheney to prep him. Just you watch. That monkey, that smirking abomination, that moron who  behaves as if he just left an asylum  was your President. Just watch him swinging,  blinking,  incapable of any posture, narrowing his eyes, puffing his cheeks, moving his ugly ears.

That imbecile, that f&6ck, that atrocity, than nincompoon was  the one who brought you into wars, killed your children, violated all possible laws, destroyed your cities, put you all in mortal danger and  he is happy!  He has no regrets! He behaves on that podium like a chimp after a banana dinner ( no offense to the chimps). He won!  He is untouchable. He will go back to Dallas and enjoy himself.

Look at him, he is your mirror image.

You elected him two times. He is you. He is us.  That  grotesque figure on the podium is the triumph of the US moronic evil, no Stephen King is needed.  

Life gives us a perfect example. No, it is not a triumph of the Will like it was  presented by Leni Rifshental. It is a triumph of the Moron! Eat your checkers, people, you've got what you deserved.

 

 

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