By: Thers Wednesday January 19, 2011 8:01 pm
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I met a traveller from an online land,
Who said: “A vastly dickish pompous toad
Squats in the Senate…. On Sundays, with his hands,
Are pundits stroked: he blows, and is blown.
His wrinkled lip, and sneer of faux command,
Help him pander, and bullshit spread:
Shite like nukes aloft on balsa wings,
Painted schools, kids somehow not really dead.
And on the chyron, these words appear:
My name is Joezymandias, King (cough SENATOR cough) of Kings –
Look on my sags, ye bloggers, and despair!
But the primaries yet remain. Round the decay
Of that colossal Ass, lies boundless fail:
The lone Iraqi sands stretch far away.”
X-composted.
This is too good to not pass on. If you wonder why we're picking on Joe Lieberman, just check out this interview. WMD? Sweetheart? FFS, what Thers said.
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