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Thursday, September 08, 2005

Fahrenheit 8/29: Revenge Of The Sith

Bring 'em out, it's hard to yell when the barrel's in ya mouth
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
*sniff* *sniff* You smell that? I know it's faint, but hear me out on this one.... is that the stench of accountability approaching the Bush administration's front door? Dumbya & Co. have been able to deflect all blame in the past 4 years on outside threats and imminent danger from the Koran worshipping bogeymen hating us for our freedom in the Middle East. Now that disaster's struck in his own backyard - right in red-state country - think staying holed up at the Crawford compound will be the quick fix outta this one? Uh uh. The proverbial shit is about to hit the fan and the curse of the second presidential term is beginning to cast a dark cloud on a legacy of treating foreign affairs like one long episode of Gunsmoke and unsuccessfully smoking terrorists out of their caves.

At such a time of blistering criticism from all sides including his own party, in rides the always genial thorn in the side - Michael Moore. I previously posted his searing open letter to the conehead-in-chief and now comes word that we may see the horrors of Hurricane Katrina captured in a forthcoming documentary. I was worried that once the body count is underway and commissions begin on Capitol Hill, the cold reality of just how devastating this was would disintegrate in Lake Pontchartrain's toxic soup. But not this time. We've been asleep at the wheel for far too long and petulant cries for unity ring false in the wake of corpses littered all over New Orleans like forgotten remnants of what used to be. The truth will NOT be denied.

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Blogger Mealone commented at 9/12/2005 11:03:00 PM~  

Somehow he did manage to deny the truth.

But what did we really expect?

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