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The O’Reilly Factor: Karl Rove Points To McCain’s Adopted Daughter As Example Of McCain’s Worthiness... By: Nicole Belle

It is no longer possible to have your irony meter redline when Karl Rove appears on TV. He is so beyond the pale, so completely entrenched in his alternative reality that the only thing left to do is marvel at the brass cojones he must possess to pull off this appearance on The O’Reilly Factor. Now that the Bush administration has officially endorsed Republican nominee John McCain, Bush’s Brain tells Billo that there’s a lot about McCain that the public doesn’t know, and those things would impress them. For example, did you know that McCain adopted a dying baby from Bangladesh? (Read more...)

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Failing

Pierced

Dreadful

Agonistic

Thrust end to end

Throbbing
Come men
Without a world

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ROVE'S BOTTOM UP DANCE

Breathe a sigh of relief
You crooked misanthropes!
Let it out, your holding,
You insignificant imps!
Raise your stumps in fleshy hope,
Stamp your bottom in pride's stink,
Sidle up to the torture bar
And have yourself a drink!
Swill it down
And
Swig it `round
To your black-hell teeth,
Your rusted razor’s frame!
Then prepare the crow
Boiled in the blood of children,
Hand `round to devil’s kin
And sluice your just desserts,
For your demise will now begin.

DEMOLITION

Rove's Demolition
The roof of heaven’s whole
Dropped down yesterday

As if a planned demolition;
Story by story she came tumbling,
Slip-knotting tongue, Lie-splattering lips!
The entire luminary came with,
As if a God-bomb had been leveled,
As if upon a house of sticks,
Clipping-truth, distorting-whisper, censoring turncoat!

(No more security clearance.
No more blossoming smirks
No more spin of your collusion.
No more freedom, autonomy, liberty!
The irony’s palpable!)
The world felt the sky's fist plunge
Willfully into America’s wanton throat;
Strip-mining souls of human-monstrosity,
And wickedness whispered no more!

(Be done with it!
You traitorous bastard
Of the progeny of Satan!
You've now your just deserts!)

The sky lunged forth into misery
And extracted her source.
The trees bowed down, limbs, like colossal headstones,
Wedged into the red ground
Making a gruesome sound
That echoed across the world.
Suddenly, out of the chaos, rose the children’s voices,
"Freedom’s come at last!”



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