Villagers With Pitchforks

The flaming torches were delayed in transit, sorry.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

A-rovin' A-rovin, though Rove has been my ru-i-in

Damn, the Karlroach is crawling back down his hole. Double-damn.

I want him out here in the light where we can see every move the slimy little bastard makes.

The wife thinks somethng nasty and/or embarrassing is about to break, and Karl's throwing Bush under the bus for it. After all, he can hide in his little green glowing toxic-waste pit, whereas Bush is stuck in the White House. Easy to locate, the White House. It's on all the maps.

Cheney, of course, remains in an Undisclosed Position. The mind boggles. Pass the mental floss.


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