memorial day desecrated by W, aka "shitball"

supposed to hit the 90's today on parts of the east coast. gas prices are high. w is concerned. his solution: drill more wells. burn more fuel. pay lip service to "alternative energy" so bux can go into the pockets of r & d asshole buddies of his. drill in the wildlife refuges. keep on drivin'. produce more. don't conserve. wage a war for oil that drives prices high while calling for more consumption in a nation trapped in an internal combustion cage. 90's on the east coast. a little tongue flick from the flames of hell-to-come fanned by armaggeddon man, aka w, aka killer klown, aka shitball. shitball will lay a wreath at the graves of dead soldiers and call for more soldiers to die. he is expected to call for more "sacrifices." while he makes none. never has, never will. sacrifices. sacrifices to the god of oil, of consumption, of profit. burnt and blasted offerings to his silver-lined way of life. so that he and his may never have to sacrifice a fucking thing. today w will desecrate graves by his mere presence. he will not honor the war dead. if he would honor them, he would stay the fuck away from the so-called hallowed grounds. he would not call for more to die in vain. his presence will piss on the memory of those he has killed. killed with his own hand. holding his fountain pen filled with blood. signing death warrants.

so many have been sacrificed by bush. in the name of democracy. rory lays a tear at the grave of all who have died. all those burned, blown apart, blasted by shitball the madman. a tear for the soldier. a tear on the grave of the unknown child. a tear on the graves being dug by shitball's shovelmen of death as these words are typed. memorial day. the world will never forget the scourge of this shitball. the scars will be there for the finger of memory to read -- the Braille of sorrow -- until all humanity has died.