Cowboy Bush thinks the world is his rodeo.

An unscrupulous or reckless person...that`s my dictionary`s number two definition for the word cowboy. How fitting a description for Dubya. Rove fitted Bush with a Stetson large enough to settle in over his massive ego, threw in a pair of costume-enhancing leather chaps, jingled a pair of silver spurs and corraled a white stallion, the perfect stage prop for a Connecticut aristocrat pretending he was born beside a prairie campfire in Texas. Almost makes me want to run out and buy an old Tom Mix book, but I`m too busy keeping my eye on the Bush administration`s branding iron, the one that sears "USA" onto unsuspecting world citizens and their oilfields and waterways.

"Ride `em, cowboy" is the chant heard `round the world from a Republican-controlled Congress decorated with flag pins and hell-bent on domination. Like a herd of unchecked cattle rustlers, they move in on a territory and grab what they want. Who`ll stop them? Certainly not our corporate media totally enthralled with the down-home look of those fake Crawford hay bales. "Reporting from the Western White House"...how folksy. Maybe next time around they`ll all wear pearl-buttoned flannel shirts and chew on a blade of straw.

I`ve just about had it with this "Moral Majority" mess and I`m hoping that all those rodeo fans cheering from the sidelines figure out that the blood stuck to the bottom of their boots isn`t from the side of beef about to hit the barbecue spit. It`s from sons and daughters, mothers and fathers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan. Dying because Mr. Cowboy Hero My-Pet-Goated his way through September 11th then used our raw nerves as an excuse to lie his way into war.

Rove may control every word Bush utters, but he won`t control what historians write about this so-called Born Again Christian, son of a former president, brother of Jeb. Even Laura, pretty in pink, won`t save George W. Bush from the truth about his demonic deeds.

Fucking Kennebunkport wanker, that one.

I'm thinking that would be the only rodeo Dimson would be interested in. :eyes:

born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He waltzed through the Ivy League because "rank hath its privileges."