you're like that dog mess

I scrape off the bottom 'o my shoe

I'd pursue more fruitful pursuits

If I was like the stinky likes 'o you

Go chug a fifth of Nader-aid

Chug it down to the bitter dregs

Nader-aid is cheap

But you can't buy it in kegs

These guys good 'n got 'er

And scored a direct hit.

time to consign your stink

to the nearest port-i-pot

Ya got Prince Albert on the can?

Klytus is a great poet

And even a stinker such as you

Most assuredly knows it

If this is the only stink

you can feebly conjure

then stink ye away

O maloderous wonder

In Lee Harvey's grave....

To read Tom's new Tommorow.

I'd be more concerned about my country and myself

Than about how poor sweet darling Sarah

Got pranked

By two little mischievous Canadian elves...

*whew* I sure hope this doesn't mean we're going to war with Canada!

It's a McZombie!

Like Joe the Plunger

You couldn't be any cuter

Will you a one way ticket

To the big shitty....

Knows not what all

Of what it speaks...

Picture us in Iraq til lord knows when.

Go 'n try it. Sounds like fuckin' laugh filled riot.

I got the joke.

Two wise-ass Canadians

Slapped out a smart and just rebuke

To all the simple saps out there

Those starry eyed groups of Uh'Merican dupes.

And they said not even in their own words:

"This one is a veep of wise repute?"

I just love all this dissectin' prank call introspection

The prank'll be on you if this twit wins the election

This is Ahmad-I-Need-a-Job

Your wanna be luver man

Come on down for a visit

To sunny downtown Tehran!

But the lady is a rube...

This country is full 'o credulous, Mr. Softy, soft hearted twits

They wake up one morning to see they've soiled themselves

And wonder who or what gave 'em a case of the 'ol national shits.

Shit man, I have others to feel sorrows and pities for

And they certainly don't include Sarah

Shop keeper general of Mayberry Alaska's only general store

I told you we were goin' to war!

I don't know about the rules in your school

But where I come from

Nobody is made to compulsorily

Suffer

A potentially powerful, goddamn fool.

After all...

Was it not something like 8 out of 10 Americans

Who really felt and thought that invading Iraq

Would be a quick 'n clean little in 'n out quest?

I tip my sombrerro to the Masked Avengers.

Hi! Ho! Silver! Awaaaay!

But it's a little late in the year

For an April fool.

Muchos Gracias!

For doing a public service

That Americans should have done in the first place.

Reverend who?

..RotoRooter?

Ya got no soul

With negative gravitational force

You're fully on course

To be engulfed

In your own Black Hole.

Salutations...

From your smaller neighbor to the east

What goes on in Tejas?

Are pre-election jitters on the increase?

Gracias for draggin' our country

To the edge of cliff

And giving it one last loving little push....

..is that four years ago nearly all the cars and residences in the town I live in, were festooned with political banners, bumper stickers, and big bold signs, but this time around, there's hardly anything, practically nothing of the kind.

Of course it should be said, that the town in which I right now live, is a bewildered bastion, of republican red.

I cringe in fright at the sight of Reverend Wright!

Is no way to pitch your game.

Let's not quibble.

Let's not roll out the rancorous retrospective

Until after we have a president

Confidently elected

...he's just so...Nadery.

Thanks for that on the up and up straight talk.

It's something you don't come across

Nearly enough.

He's a man on a mission

With the winning style

Of a mortician....

I hope you

Enjoy it

Voting for Nader

Is like throwing your vote

In the toilet...

GC and me

Have no plans to get hitched

But if ever we should

We'll send out a guess list...

really made me think

and as I think I see it

that which needs flushing

is something stinks.

A pinch of pretty putrid

Combine it all together

And you get something really stupid

Will be if we get

Mr. McCreepy

And his new video

purporting to show Obama

Giving John McCain

The single fingered salute?

Is this the best sludge

That Matt can Drudge

From his tabloid tower

Of lowest repute?

Is that Matt Drudge

Will Drudge on to the earth's very core

He will Drudge, and Drudge, and Drudge, and Drudge

Until he is heard from -

Never more.

She lives in a real world

He or she who does not now gather up nuts

Shall winter with frozen squirrels

Be sure to stake out your place in line at the polls

And vote Barack Obama in this year's presidential election

I lost my own mom this year

My hope carries on

For a world of friendly fellowship

Without petty prejudices and soul crippled fear.

Whatever shall pass

Whatever should come to be

That the Saloon will still rock

To the cosmic crunch

Of the Good Celery Galaxy

hee-hee-hee-hee...

Crunch the Casbah!

Sour pork vapors permeated grape leaves

Unmade minds are like scrambled Egg-fu Yung

Still the Day is good for dolmodes.

Corn on the McCob?

Barack's new job?

McCain Sheeshed on a kabob?

How will you be dining?

Tune into tomorrow's News of the World

And Glenn's latest up to the moment

Findings

Are like tall Green stalky Lighthouses...

Photosynthetic light shown out upon an old Oracle's Poodle.

What entails the entrails O Oracle? Wag ye Once..

Twice..or..Thrice? Only a Sekander knows the destiny of a

Sekander. true. And here be we in the month of November...

Was friend-protector to small toads.

And cups full of raki.

bravisimo!

for the riddle is long

and the night

still young...

A Rub-a-dub-in-a-tub

Falls confusedly from tall comodes!