Oh, to have been a fly on the wall,
When W made the Shiia last minute call.
Smoothing Sunnis’ defections,
Or advice on stealing elections?
Either way, should be a blood-thirsty fall…
(four more after the fold)
Porter Goss will dance a quickening gavotte,
A new report has him in a tight spot.
Tasked with sweeping new changes,
To the CIA granges,
Will he just sweep under the rug this onslaught?
Comes the news that they’ll close Walter Reed.
Yet they say it’s to be done out of need,
Of modern facilities,
With high tech abilities.
Still it leaves the growin’ area kneed…
In California, new blackouts are rolling,
With the ghosts of Enron mega-trolling.
Arnold stepped to the plate,
Reassuring the state,
But went down swinging, according to polling…
Griping about the gas prices they pay,
Some customers are just driving away.
In the attendants’ defense,
`Tis Bush who owes recompense,
But, “Have a nice day!” seems a clumsy segue…
that diary sure slid outta sight fast, eh?
a real kosmic wimpout… ? /:-)
note to self,
google the damn lyrics so you get ’em right. no point in wandering around spouting on a half-garbled memory.
look out kid, its somethin’ you did…
I knew the guy that did the cosmic wimpout graphics, before wimping out was cosmic, like…