Happy Fourth of July! Enjoy a good movie today...  everything is posted here too!

Narrator: .... Once Upon a time there was a little boy whose parents and friends always called him "Silly". Silly always lived under the shadow of his father, Papa Wanker, a very conservative politician who always preferred to do things from behind the scenes. But Little Silly Wanker always wanted sweet, decisive victories... despite the objections of his father, he became a world renouned war profiteer and opened a Victory Factory... and one day he came to realize that he would have to mount a surge to keep the Victory Factory in business... So he hatched a scheme to release five Golden Tickets to decide who would inherit the factory... this is the story...

Title Screen: There was a land of Profiteers and Oil Fields called the New South... Here in this petty world, Fealty killed its last sow... Here was the last ever to be seen of individual rights and their basest scares, of disasters that would enslave... Look for it only in neo-con texts, for it is no more than a scheme dismembered. A Machination gone with the spin...

The Nightmare Before the Elections
( with apologies to Clement Moore )


'Twas the week before elections, with a pall o'er the House
Not a preacher demurring o'er what Foley espoused.
The mockings were flung for Dick Cheney's repair,
In the hopes the electorate just wouldn't care.

The brainchildren all wrestled to tug in the threads
Of conservative visions all tattered in shreds.
And Dub went to worship, catapulting his pap...
I'm embattled and drained from his false terror flap.

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"The Camp X-Ray Tango"




[DICK]

Cock.

[SCOOTER]

Fitz.

[DENNY]

Swish.

[GEORGIE]

Uh uh.

[DONNY]

Gitmo.

[TOMMY]

Dipshits!

[ANCHORMAN]

And now the six merry treasonists of the Guantanamo Bay Facility in their rendition of "The Camp X-Ray Tango"...

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Gimme a B!
B!
Gimme a U!
U!
Gimme an S!
S!
Gimme an H!
H!
What's that smell?!
BUSH!
What's that smell?!
BUSH!
What's that smell?
BUSH!

I'm sure that most of you have heard about Help! Mom! There are Liberals Under My Bed, the conservative children's book (and then a parody of a children's book, and then a proper children's book again). What you may not realize is that the book was actually the first in a series, the second of which came out not long ago. That's right, more of these are planned. But take heart, gentle progressives. For wherever there's idiocy, there are people to mock it. Below is the first in my own series of children's books; "Holy Sh*t! There are Conservatives In My Neighborhood!" Each time a new book comes out, I'll make an addition to my series. Look forward to "There are Wingnuts In My Trousers!" this fall.