Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Prophet George Bush speaks:

Six years ago yesterday, our president spoke the following prophetic words:

"There's no question that the minute I got elected, the storm clouds on the horizon were getting nearly directly overhead."

5 comments:

Psychomikeo said...

"So let it be written, So let it be done"

"It's good to be king"

Dada said...

re "storm clouds"....
"on the horizon" were
"nearly directly overhead"

WTF??? This indicates an extreme psychological spatial disconnection. While the king talks to God, God doesn't like being dictated to.

It's obvious from the King's "horizon overhead" statement, Bush is trying to push God into The Apocalypse and The Rapture ahead of God's plan.

God is probably very pissed.

Anonymous said...

well that one went right by me! I thought it was "the minute I got elected" that WAS "the question". you know how they're always stringing together 2 disparate thoughts so that we connect them in our minds, like 911 & Iraq, or Saddam & Al Quaeda?

The "election" he's referring to never happened & he knows it, unless he's referring to Scalia's vote. 2nd verse, same as the 1st, a little bit louder & little bit worse. maybe 3rd time will be the "charm" for him? Gah! ~~ D.K.

Dada said...

yes, always when I juxtapose the words "elected" and "Bush" in the same sentence, paragraph, you know I am playing very loosely with truth.

But today, knowing the eternal "hurt" I must manage to minimize in that I am a member of this most horrendous Homo sapiens hell bent on the mass extinction of species until there is nothing left on Earth but banana slugs and slime mold, I am debating what to become whenst I forfeit my membership in this race (as in human)...

I'll let you know...

Anonymous said...

I vote for banana slugs, if it's a choice between that or slime mold. They are kinda cute. Who needs more than one foot, anyway? Plus they can play music (see The Banana Slug String Band), which should make it easier to manage your "eternal hurt". All you'll need is a lot of dead rotting material on which to feast, which unfortunately there may be quite a bit of very soon. When the horizon miraculously manifests itself directly overhead, let the Banana Slugs rule, I say! ~~ D.K.