So I'm under the gun to get things done in real life - minor things like making ocarinas out of moose turds, pushed up the mountain to buy a new digital thrill that somehow always recedes into the distant future - but this cute little blurb pops out at me and indeed while the Gulf of Mexico burns, why not a little more cheap heat...?
N.Y. Times
Laura Bush also suggests, apparently for the first time, that she, Mr. Bush, and several members of their staff may have been poisoned during a visit to Germany for a G8 Summit.
They all became mysteriously sick, and the president was bedridden for part of the trip. The Secret Service investigated the possibility they were poisoned, she writes, but doctors could only conclude that they all contracted a virus.
After noting several high-profile poisonings, she wrote, “we never learned if any other delegations became ill, or if ours, mysteriously, was the only one.”
And of course it's all bullshit, a bunch of decadently seasoned word salad to tempt eager copy editors into assigning some faux credence upon a pre-release tale designed to boost projected meager book sales - as if an Executive branch more paranoid than Nixon at his most diet-pill phlebitten would have allowed any foreign chef-cum-evildoer within a country kilometer of the Great Leader's ketchup-smothered T-bone n' fries.
Why, the Secret Service even bagged Junior's body wastes rather than let one drop of 'golden sunshine' hit the dirt overseas - imagine who the lucky agent who drew that task felt about their career track.
Now, tell me again how this blow against the empire was supposed to occur under such circumstances - exactly.
Far more likely that President Drunk Fuck was a little under the sort of weather as might be found in a frosted glass, but a lil' ol' hairy dog had him right as rain and putting the smooth moves on foreign chancellors in no time.
Just like blaming other people's cars and road signs designed with universal standards for one's own utter carelessness in handling a motor vehicle that leads to a death, the conservictim mentality never seeks the answers for its own shame and failures from within - always from without, always the 'other', always someone else to blame.
This state quickly inverts when they are in power of course - enemies to be exterminated as opposed to villains engaged in nefarious bedevilment.
Don't simper to me about 'losing your faith', Laura Bush - "God didn't protect me from myself, I've been forsaken" and all that sort of claptrap - you fucked up and killed somebody.
Whether that was your ex-boyfriend and you were under the influence or not makes no difference to the outcome. Dead is dead, and guilt is guilt.
Rest assured, your physical comfort levels won't change a bit. Marrying into 4 generations of traitors worked out very well for you, hmmm?
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