This diary is a work of fiction. People, places, bloggers, events and situations are the product of the diarist’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events is just goofy, and purely coincidental.
Booman City – George W. Bush, the 43 President of the United States, was convicted of war crimes yesterday by a unanimous verdict of 25 Booman jurors. The conviction followed a day of whirlwind courtroom activity, and several twists of questionable legal validity, according to experts.
Prosecuting Attorney Ductape Fatwa, only recently returned from battling fascism in Indiana, began the proceedings with a bombshell, alleging that President Bush “lacked the intellectual capacity of a cement goat, of the style commonly used as garden decor in certain unfortunate neighborhoods.”
Fatwa supported the allegations with a barrage of credible evidence: Bush’s own goat-like actions exhibited at trial, as well as in the five years he has spent ruining America, were all received in evidence, supported by corroborating testimony from the earpiece Bush used in the 2004 Presidential debates.
Special Prosecutor Damnit Janet highlighted the prosecution case with disturbing photos of Bert from Sesame Street and the accused (appearing as a two-headed goat), taken just prior to an alleged incident where Bert pummeled the President in a dispute over PBS funding.
Though Bush was afforded the best defense team his unfortunate standing in the polls could buy (the renowned Booman City firm of Spiderleaf, Blueneck & Raging Hippie), the evidence against him from the start of the trial was insurmountable.
“Oh yeah, like I’m going to be able cast doubt that he is more intelligent than a cement goat,” lead counsel Spiderleaf said in his opening remarks. “How about a plea bargain?”
The defense team seemed as confused as the now-convicted President at times, starting with a shocking admission of Bush’s lacking mental capacity. “[T]here is no George W. Bush,” Raging Hippie said to a packed Internet courtroom. “The entity that has been represented to the public to be George W. Bush is nothing more than a puppet. Or a badly designed hologram. There is nothing whatsoever between those Alfred E. Newman ears and, ergo, nothing that can be held criminally responsible.”
The prosecutor dismissed the asserted defense as a case of mistaken identity. “Your Honor, my esteemed and raging colleague appears to be confusing the defendant Bush with the popular 80s era animated figure known affectionately in certain circles as Ronald Reagan,” Fatwa said.
The jury voted early and often for conviction. “Good lets vote,” cried a juror, identified only as Salunga, early in the proceedings. “Guilty!”
Bush was sentenced by community consensus to a custodial care facility, where he will be granted conditional release on weekends to serve as the main attraction at a children’s petting zoo.
“Ductape Fatwa has had it in for compassionate conservatives since the beginning of time,” said a top White House official who wished to remain anonymous. “He or she won’t even reveal his or her real identity. How credible is information coming from that source?”
Dick Cheney could not be reached for comment on this case. Nor could anyone find him for the swearing in ceremony, where he is supposed to take over as the country’s 44th President. Officials do not know the vice-president’s whereabouts. No one knows the vice-president’s whereabouts.
And so it goes.
Click here for a full, if rather incomprehensible, transcript of yesterday’s proceedings.
you pull this off the imaginary AP, Reuters, or the AFP? Where’s Bood with the photos?
Sorry. I couldn’t find the link to the imaginary AP. But, yup. That’s where I got it. WTF is a “Bood?” Sometimes, though it seems like I’ve been here for years, I still don’t know all the jargon people use, or the references or even the names of the bloggers.
Missed you yesterday Booman. You would have kept the jury out a few hours. And sometimes that is the measure of a damn reasonable and eloquent advocate.
is Bood Abides, or Dood Abides at other sites not obsessed with the word Boo.
With his photoshop ability I figure you could spice up this diary with actual courtroom footage. And we could finally find out what Ductape looks like. I wonder whether he comes in a giant roll, or is more like a strip, and do you think you could remove the fatwa without tearing it? Or is the fatwa written right on the tape?
Ah yes. Multimedia. My one true lacking as a blogger — to be sure. (I’m taking night courses in HTML and photoshop currently to better supplement these flights of fancy).
I too wonder what a Ductape Fatwa looks like. Only natural. But, at least, gleaning from your commentary, I can now assume that Ductape is a dude? Damn. No mystery. I loved the mystery.
But for how long can a cement goat keep children entertained? Aren’t the real things much more engaging?
Guess I’ll have to retire my black hoodie and hang my battleaxe back up on its hook — unless you want to try Cheney next. He’d never be sentenced to anyone’s amusement park.
I swear. I laughed about that cement goat thing for an hour. I am still smiling. It is what inspired me to waste yet more precious hours of time on this silliness. Fucking hilarious.
Also, I want you to know, I was thinking of including a quote from you. I just got tired and needed to end it. House work is mounting. And it is “art” night at the old anti-war group sign preparation festival, gruesomely awaiting the 2000th death. So apologies to you and all the others who contributed great bits, and were not quoted.
… a man doing the dishes.
Sexy is that man doing dishes. I mean, he is no supersoling. But, I am sure, that sexy is not this man doing dishes. We use other words around here for that. Frumpy, perhaps. Or dowdy. I dunno.
is super sexy!
And that is the top of list of what I find attractive.
Humor.
followed by Humor, again
somewhere on my alleged “list” are:
hockey scars
baby handling/cleaning/diapering skills
humor
nice hands
nice brains
realizes that I am fantastic!
humor
will wear a codepink t-shirt (well, at last the black ones with the fushia lettering)
happy eyes
Boston accents are a plus, sometimes
won’t mind coming to my openers, one off-nighter and closing performances and tells me they forgot I was “Janet” while watching π
smart and funny
funny and smart
That was truly hot, er, I mean hysterical. π
mmmm…. hockey scars… dougie gilmour is springs to mind… π
Uhhh I do have standards! LOL No dougies or eddies (as in Belflop) LOL
And, your standing trial post floored me π
an even better idea! the floor! he can relax in the fetal position through the whole thing! brilliant!
… and the defense rests.
Are you suggesting that Cheney (when it’s his turn) be sentenced to a life in the dishpan in an attempt to rehab him into a human being w/ sex-appeal?
I know the rumors suggesting he’s disappeared from the scene in order to have a heart transplant are untrue. You have to have a heart before you can get a transplant.
[Where is this thread going?]
I think this thread may be headed toward an new trial. On heartnapping charges.
No no no. I wasn’t talking about sentencing… I was bubblewrapping BostonJoe’s manly ego with some kindness and “there there’s”
be using Palmolive or he will mess up his ‘nice hands’.
my ‘man-card’ revoked for pointing out that he is clearly washing dishes improperly? Everyone knows that you wash glasses before plates and silverware.
I cry foul! Foul I say!
and it’s a pass to free beer for the month. π
Clearly the photo was a complete bomb (the b-word will surely bring in more than just the CIA and DEA)
What I was getting at was that partners like it when their partners give a hand in all matters. π
I will be the first to cheerlead the fact that the men here on this board are incredible and wonderful and I would be honored to be known to them all as “friend”. You all have my respect and admiration.
xoxox
Guilty of war crimes? That’s not fiction, that’s fact. Waging aggressive war is a war crime. Torturing prisoners in violation of the Geneva Convention is a war crime. Using Napalm in the attack on Fallujah is a war crime.
Why do you think we continue refuse to join the International Criminal Court?
I got to thinking about this since BostonJoe’s diary yesterday…
The man who is the President of the United States of America… may not be competent enough to stand trial. Scares the bejeeebus out of me.
I have hope and push that he and others will face trial for their war crimes. Crimes against humanity as well as the environment.
Didn’t “they” (I forget which jurisdiction) finally decide Pinochet was competent to stand trial? And he’s pretty well ga-ga.
Bush is mean, nasty, petty, vindictive, narrow-minded, emotionally and intellectually crippled, and very much competent to stand trial for war crimes. The fact that it is unlikely to happen in the real world is insufficient to keep me from praying for the miracle that he will.
I dunno, it might be tough for him to stand through the whole trial… standing is hard work. really hard. but if we let him sit down I think we’ve got something…. π
Well. Our indictment didn’t include the real stuff. We were purely going for laughs I think. But, if you were around here the last couple of days, you wouldn’t have had a hard time finding some folks to talk seriously with you about the whole “Bush is actually a War Criminal” idea. That’s for sure.
I know where Dick “Dick” Cheney is.
I was in Jackson Hole yesterday trying to get some mountain biking done, when I saw a limousine down on the road driving wildly. I’m pretty nimble on my bike, so I aimed ahead of them and met the road just in front of the limo. I waved, and the car slowe…hey! That’s my keyboard, asshole!! Who let you in heeMMMMMMPPPPHHHH
Uh. Should we, like, call 9-1-1 or something.
Wow, that was weird. Phew, I’m back now. Wonder where I went?
Anyway, what I was trying to say is that Dick Cheney is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life.
Ummm… Why are you naked and … why’s your head shaved only on the left side?
What’s that written in permanent black marker on your body?
I’ve always cut my hair this way. And I like to decorate myself with magic marker. Yeesh. It’s like being a human fortune cookie. Gives me something to read, ok?
Hmmm…what’s this one say? “Don’t answer the door…knock, knock, Neo.” Wow, I must have been wasted when I wrote…wha? Who’s there?
Just a minute. Hi. Oh crap, are you with the Jehovah’s Witnesses? Listen, I told you guys I’d talk to you after you wash my car. Here’s a rag, now…hey, what the fuMMMMMPPPHHHHH
Time for a beer break…here’s the link to find Red Tail distributors in MI
With all the BTSD, I think we need a bee BONG!
just kidding! I would not ever advocate they use of acck
(crashing of windows as DEA and non-descript goons come swinging into the dining room)
qwerty
After today, I think we need a beer bong with a 2-beer funnel…
“Like you’re under sedation.” Rocky Horror Picture Show always snaps me back to reality π
(((CabinGirl))))
just the thing
We used to have a similar setup for nitrous tank…
Seriously above and beyond with the beer link. But thank you. I must try it now.
Beer bongs — haven’t seen one in twenty years. But, I do have the necessary equipment under sink. Don’t think the digestive system has the same elasticity as when I was a boy though.
Nitrous. My dentist is the absolute best. I can’t even go in for a cleaning without the gas. I hate dentists. But he is great, and those are my best days of the year. An altogether underrated intoxicant, IMHO.
One of my pharmacology professors used to describe the nitrous experience to us in lab, and he would get a gleam in his eye, and say “oh, that stuff puts you in another world!”
Wait, why are your eyes gleaming, why are you rubbing hands together, saying “nitrous with a soft hiss similar to gas leaking from a big blue tank???? Why???
Man, if you haven’t had the nitrous experience, I would strongly suggest a more liberal dentist. It is all that the gleam in your prof’s eye would imply. If forced to ever self-euthanize, I have it on the top of my list as the active ingredient in the process. Though I’m sure I will need to consult you as to the proper dosage, given your course of study.
I dated the son of a dentist…he was pretty liberal…
I hear is pretty sought after stuff nowadays.
They gave that to Danni when she had oral surgery when she was… cripes… 2. She was “OUT” but awake. Her eyes rolled back and I thought she had died in my arms. (I held her as she drank the “happy juice”. She’d laugh one minute then SCREAM the next after the dentists. Took hours for it wear off.
I had to go lay in the closet with her – she “burritoed” herself up by rolling inside a blankie, till the scariness of seeing things subsided.
Is that the prop they used to make the monsters in the new release War of the Wrolds movie this summer?
Now how did you know that the nitrous setup was called the Octopus?
The secret service is already involved, and you got to bring in the DEA. Sheesh!
I think we all need to sit down with our Bush approved bibles and read them aloud to our children and friends. In fact, we should all sign an oath that we will
*must remember, it’s just a jump to the left
and then a step to the r-i-i-i-i-ight
put your hands on your hips
and squeeze your knes in tiiiight
Whoooeeeieee that was close! I’m back.
Boston Joe – a Voltaire ribbitting in the pond. Great!