It's almost the end of the year and I always get sentimental around this time. It's almost
January 20, which will make it exactly one more year of
shame,
humiliation, and
disgust until
Dubya goes marching off to his
real ranch, not the one in
Potemkin, Texas. One can only hope he doesn't throw some
evil temper tantrum over having to leave the
playhouse for the last time.
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