A prayer for the postelection *humor*

The 23rd Sigh

Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office. Thy tax cuts for the rich and
thy media control, they discomfort me. Thou preparest an agenda of
deception in the presence of thy religion. Thou anointest my head with
foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out. Surely megalomania and false patriotism
shall follow me all the days of thy term, And my jobless child shall dwell
in my basement forever