An open Letter to the Bush syndicate. G. W. Bush, Well, well, WELL! The lie snowballs and the chickens found their way home! I wondered when it would happen, you sorry coniving pissant little runt! Son of man, thy sin will find thee out! The path is hard for the transgressor, you lying scumbag son of a bitch. Come November I'll stand with the rest of the contry and see your ass fired, I shit you not. You have packed thirty pounds of bullcrap into a ten pound sack long enough, thank you all the same. Enjoy the little time left, you dishonest filth infested PUNK!
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