Ashcroft is the shit man. He makes Darth Vader look like a weak-assed pussy.
Who's making you feel more insecure in your homeland? O Sama or our government.
Recess is over children. Time to wash our brains.
Code Orange ++. Duck, cover and hold while we snag some more of your rights.
Yeah, we got some kind of half-assed coalition of the beholden together for this sucker, I guess.
Hey, I'm killing you in the most loving way I know how. Stop looking at me like I'm a monster.
There was a war? I must have slept right through it.
(real quotes, source; Truthout)
"It was very intense. I lost of one my best friends," said Lance Cpl. Jeromy Pilon, 20, of Spokane, Wash., who was preparing for a night on watch after the battle.
"I thought it was going to be a little more relaxed."
The Marines camped near the battlefield. As they nodded off to sleep, one officer asked his men to be wary of any movement near their camp during the night:
"If it's out there, kill it."
I've Got Gulf War II Syndrome!
If the troops are keeping me so safe, how come I have to seal my fucking house with plastic and duct tape?
Bush's propaganda is embedded in my fucking brain.
George you've got the fucking mental health insurance. Do us all a favor and get a check-up pal.
Hope it's over soon. I miss the local war stuff that gets bumped off the news now.
Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Afganistan. You've been bad and made us mad, HI HO HI HO
I've already had three wargasms. How you doing?
Those soldiers are hot though, aren't they Mary. Especially with a three week chemical suit funk on 'em.
Messopotato's:
Like food, only different.
Let me tell you about our no choice special. Tonight we have the penned veal, marinated in growth hormones and antibiotics, flame kissed and smothered in our special oily sauce. A heaping Messopotato portion of our new green gene glowing, Freedom Stick potato-food-product. And Russian Peasant Coleslaw, with American dressing. For dessert, a delicious concoction of "guilt free" blood pudding with all natural ingredients. I'll give you a minute to decide.
I'm all like, what?
(George's retarded shower song)
Oh miggi maggi mackie, I want to bomb Iraqi, it may seem a little tacky, but it's what I want to do. Gotta show dad I can do it, guess there's really nothing to it, just cruise some missiles through it, till they're holy as a shoe.
I'll have a Terror and Tonic with a dash of bitter almonds please.
(More cola humor)
I'd like to give the world a choke, and fuck up all its trees.
How come you never see Dubbya and Pat Robertson together at the same time?
Look Kim, I'd love to kill you now, but I'm busy.
Polarizing America is cool!
Hey Butthead….heh..heh.. Let's start a war…..heh heh… war's cool.
Yeah..yeah..war. heh heh.. that's bitchin.
(gotta start writing the new fucking Christmas carols)
I'll be home for Christ…mas. If only in a box.
Chop off your arms or we'll chop them off for you.
( Bushes evening prayer)
God bless and keep safe; me, my family, my employers and business associates, and a special shout out prayer for O sama, who played right into my fucking hands and may still prove useful.
I don't mind paying a little extra at the pump, If it means getting to watch this freakin-assed-groovy horrorshow all night on the news.
Start learning how to kiss ass better.
Strip search Bush for drugs now!
If we re-build it, we will starve.
Maybe Bush will trip on his power cord.
My dad enrolled me in the Webelos for a time, but I was expelled after knotting up a hottie in the chaplain's private study.
Aggress this! Neanderthal dolt.
I think one should spend ones time transfixed by beauty and art. But truly sometimes you just need a break from that, and I suggest watching a little TV at those times.
But only commercials, and only ones that will renew your artistic fervor. I suggest any of the large SUV commercials. Their brilliant use of ironic juxtaposition and bold exploration of mans desire for natural conquest and self-annihilation can be powerful themes for artistic discovery.
Figure 1 I'm supporting terrorism. Ask me how.
Cartoon: 1 panel.
What if George Bush and Gnarlene were brothers?
Mom is doing the dishes in the kitchen when Gnarlene's voice emerges from the living room. "Mom. I'm trying to change the culture but George won't let me!" George: "Shut up fag."
Let's Roll… back taxe$ for my wealthy puppet ma$ters.
Armageddon. n The scene of the final conflict of nations, rev.xvi. 16; any great and final conflict.
THAT'S NOT FABULOUS!
This album has been tested on animals and has been found shockingly effective. Gnarlene
Regroup and meet behind the animal shelter for further instructions.
Psssssst…. George Bush receives his marching orders from the Dark Lords of the Pit. Pass it on.
Subversion is the art of making you believe what you don't want to.
Actually, just between you and me, this whole Gay Supremacy deal is really just a clever PSYOPS campaign by the US government. If all goes well, I'm gonna be a GS 9 soon.
Kuwait! Kuwait! Stop the war. I want to get off!
Stay tuned for continuous coverage of Holy Crusade XV, on this Rubber Stamp Network station.
This just in. Haiti has invaded the Dominican Republic in an act of newly fashionable pre-emptive aggression; citing the Republics possible buildup of fuel and potable water reserves.
If George Bush were an animal, I think he'd be an owl. Cause he's got a far-sighted vision thing, and he simply delights in killing.