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Today is the sixtieth birthday of our feckless leader, George W. Bush.

In “celebration” of the event, I present the following as my gift to him…

to George, on your sixtieth birthday

Dear George, I give you my simple words as my gift to you
on this, the sixtieth anniversary of your magnanimous birth,
for you have bequeathed so much of yourself in sacrifice to our great nation,
you have given so much to us, so much that will carry on long after you have left,

you have given us an unending war against a sovereign nation with little chance
of wielding the holy world destruction that you extolled in your speeches,
screaming of fire and brimstone and apocalyptic mushroom clouds of death,

you have given us a generation of scarred, scared men and women and children,
permanently bruised from the acts witnessed and committed in the name of your savior,
desperately adjusting to life without limbs, without peace, without parents,

you have given us a debt that can in all probability not be overcome in our lifetimes,
while the huddled masses struggle to fill their shriveled stomachs and provide for their families,
the rich smile through their caviar encrusted teeth at the growing lower class,

you have given us the derision of the world’s mockery, cat-calls from the streets of foreign cities,
wasting away the camaraderie of our world neighbors that grew from our greatest modern struggle,
in the name of your deluded personal vendetta against a man of no real threat or power,

you have given us a generation of children left behind, without the tools needed to succeed,
children pushed through the system with basic skills and no understanding of meaning,
all for the reached expectations of mandated standardized testing of no true value,

you have given us warmer summers and deadlier weather, thanks to your cleverly named
environmental legislations, relaxing standards on those industries most responsible
for the forcible rape of our planet, must keep those who line your silken pockets happy, though, right?

you have given us the warmth in your heart and soul, showing us how to move on
when a center of American culture and home to hundreds of thousands is destroyed,
that cake was sweet like poison, that song was shrill like the wailing of a demon spawn,

you have given us so much of yourself, George,
such a self-less sacrifice in the name of your principles,
in the name of those cornerstones of our struggling nation,
in the name of money, power, oil and corruption,
those four horsemen of your global apocalypse,

so, on this, your special day,
I give you my words, my simple gift,
for you deserve no less,

go fuck yourself, George,
may you rot in the hell you have created.

Darrell J Gahm
July 6, 2006