Saturday night I dreamt that Robert McNamara had died. I even dreamt the headlines. Today, Robert McNamara died.
I'm going to bite the bullet for you guys and try to dream about the horrible, scandalous death of Satan's porcine handmaiden tonight.
July 6, 2009
OK, this is weird
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It's a shame you didn't dream that in 1968. :(
You have become the lathe of heaven. Now dream that some guy named Tom in The Pacific Northwest wins the Powerball.
Ditto Maida. That sumbitch McNamara died way too late. May he rot in hell. All the mea culpas later in life won't change the horrible slaughter he was responsible for in Vietnam. Bastard should have died in prison.
Now, how about having that dream about the death of the fiction of corporate personhood? That would fix plenty!
How about John Bolton ?? Can you do him too, please-please-please-PLEASE!?? I'd settle for that fuckwad David Horowitz, but I REALLY have my heart set on JB! And my birthday is coming up in about six weeks... and it's really a humanitarian thing to do.
Heh -- I'll keep trying!
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