showing agents murdering children at Waco,
"We are anxious to identify and preserve
for
outside review and congressional oversight anything
that may bear on the firing of the military gas
rounds. In the end, the only way
we can completely restore our credibility is to
identify every scrap of information we have and
immediately turn it over to whomever is doing the
review."
Yeah right! That's
like telling
your kid brother that you'll take charge of your jeans
that he found in the dirty clothes with the big baggie
hanging out of the pocket, just to make sure that
everything's all catalogued and accounted for,
before
the incriminating evidence is turned over to Mom.
------ Gimme a fucking break!
--------
Or, ....Hey, ....What about Reno, ....the
city?...
Imagine this poor town, ....being subliminally
associated with the inept and/or criminal, hypocritical
and palsy stricken Attorney General,
....every time someone mentions its name
in a
sentence.
Out in Reno, they must all be thinking,
"My Good God,
what have
we done to deserve this kind of horrible
ignominy?"
The cost of pooh-poohing the indiscretions and
dismissing the excesses of our political leaders has
parallels in
history....
It has been said over and over since antiquity that,
"those who ignore the lessons of history
are doomed to
repeat them."
Read of the uncanny
resemblance of the
decline of the American Republic to that of another....
Have you ever been behind someone in the check-out
line at the grocery store who is buying lobster tails
and filet mignon
.......with
FOODSTAMPS?
I'll usually be standing there, waiting to pay in
hard earned cash ....for my macaroni and cheese and
sale-priced cans of chunk light tuna, ....while some
really
fat lady and a scrawny dude in a leather jacket with
forty tattoos and a cigarette hanging over his ear,
unload
a
couple hundred bucks worth of the finest meats and
cheeses in all the realm at the register, ....whip out
a
ream
of foodstamp booklets to cover it, ....and then buy two
cases of beer, a quart of whiskey, and a carton of
cigarettes .......with cold hard cash from a bulging
wallet!
It makes me want to SCREAM ....scream
or slap
the
shit out of the scrawny dude with the tattoos, give the
fat lady a good solid kick in the ass, and then tear
up their shiny fucking monopoly money food stamps and
throw them in their faces. ....Is that so
wrong?
I invariably slowly begin to simmer, wondering what
fucked up ways
these hillbillies are going to defile these delicacies
before they devour them .....delicacies paid for by
me among others, ....with the criminally
extorted sweat
right off of our brows.
Is there no shame left in
the world?
....A cop pulled me over the other
day........at 5 o'clock in the
morning, ....while I was hurrying to get my
nephew to the airport to catch his plane home....
....anyway, I jump out of the car waving the
airplane tickets (I always jump out of
the car to greet those bastards when I get stopped) and
I end up telling this punk kid who's nervously rubbing
his gun that I'm going to miss our flight....but when I
looked this rookie in the eye halfway through my
speech, I knew that my offensive wasn't making much
headway, so I shook my head and told the kid to do what
he had to do, ....but be quick about it.
....So this young tyke with the piping on his pants
starts
telling me about how they teach them in cop school that
we must remain in our cars when we're stopped by an
officer, ....for our own safety and for the safety of
the
officer as well....
WELL, KISS MY ROSY RED
ASS!
....When did Main Street, U.S.A. turn in to Red
fucking
China
anyway?
