Onward they come like some sort of vicious and sad joke, some sort of maniacal stabbings at the very core of joy and intelligence and progress and hot sex and easy laughter, the regular grisly onslaught of BushCo policy insults, with you just sort of sitting there saying, no, no way, this can't really be happening, can it?
Oh my yes. Let us now scan the latest salvos, the most current round of BushCo karmic bitch slaps, three little tales of environmental and economic and sex-ed woe to make the toes of your id curl and your soul recoil.
Wish I'd said that...Oh wait...I did say most of it... 