By Sheila Samples

Under the Bush bridge
Lying, dueling-banjo words
Need a Fix.  The Word.*

When I awoke on December 13, 2000, my first thought was -- this is the first day of the worst years of my life.  I lay there, attempting in vain to come up with just one redeeming quality possessed by the foolish little brute illegally foisted upon this republic by five black-robed fascists -- just one sliver of hope for the American people to escape the impending disaster of corporate pillage and rape.  There was none.  

What a dirty, rotten way to start the day.  

Each day has been nastier than the one before.  Despair spiraling into dread before exploding into a cacophony of lies, deceit, filthy corruption, and nauseating perversion.  And that's just the media.  No entity is as ruthless nor works with more relentless fervor to protect the criminals in this administration -- and cover up their crimes -- than the US mainstream media.