A Nightmare Senario

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007.
My doctor had advised me that I was showing signs of exhaustion. I had been feeling blah of late so I called Stan and we spent the day fishing off of his pier. I had gotten up early, picked up Anna in Humble and arrived at the lake around 8:30am. It was a great, relaxing day of fishing, fellowship, lunch at Floridas then home late in the afternoon. Just what the Doctor ordered. I did some bookwork, then turned on the telly to catch the CNN news at 10pm.
I was greeted by a sight that brought vomit up into my throat. There was Karl Rove, rapping,
jamming and dancing before a roaring crowd at the "Radio and Television Correspondents Dinner". Karl Rove, the same parasite that bugged his own office in Texas, then tried to blame it on the Democrat who was running against Dubya for Governor. The Sheriff was not fooled or amused. The same despicable, psychopathologic brain that lied, connived, cheated and defamed all opposition to get George elected President. This, the torture maven who gives honest people a visceral gut reaction on sight. The same little worm that sat and giggled with W at the death row inmates who were asking for review before execution. But then, they had bigger fish to kill.
Yes, here he was, all over my television screen being applauded by the same sycophantic press corps. that never questioned one of the fabric of lies that led us into an unjustified war against a people who had no defence, and had done nothing to us. This same press group that got a big kick out of George last year when he said, "no WMDs here, no WMDs over there" as our sons were killing and being killed far from home and lonely. Dying in desert sand for the profit of Bush's oil buddies and Halliburton. They walked hand in hand and supported every fabrication
that Americans did not think any President would foist on a trusting nation. Will we ever trust again? This is the level we have permitted the authors of PNAC to carry us in their quest for world control. I hope we are now awakening to the arrogant, incompetent depravity that has transformed our very opinion of ourselves. Perhaps we can some-how extract this poison of thought that reaches into every facet that is America and American. Perhaps the "Radio and Television Correspondents Association" can rationalize their part in this rape of goodness enough to get a good nights sleep. There are thousands of families of loved ones who won't have that luxury for a long, long time. I'm glad I was rested.