August 27, 2005

My son died for nothing

Come out, come out, George Bush.

Come out from behind the concertina wire and your phalanx of security thugs.

You ran away from the Texas National Guard and now you’re running away from a wretched 48-year-old woman.

Come out of your bubble world and see the misery you’ve caused, you chicken-hearted phony.

- Mike Whitney, via Easy Bake Coven.


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