|Posted on Monday, March 17, 2003 - 06:36 pm: |
[Homeland Security Employee Readers Welcome]
Rumsfeld at the press conference no longer able to contain himself suddenly old glory’s stars invert themselves he tears off his suit in one gesture his naked body rippling with powerful tawny muscles and sporting a fantastic erection engraved with dollar yen and pound - the curtains behind him part to expose an obsidian stage with pulsing disco lights and a gargantuan tumescent Moloch, who languidly tips back his head opening his streaming jaws (which rotate clockwise in flaccid cheeks, entirely independent of the rest of his skull) to receive a stream of naked victims from a vast golden hopper - gnashing them to bits in no way impedes his cacophanous laughter from unremittingly belching forth –
Rumsfeld and other DoD types don platinum crowns with diamond 666s and exuberantly present their hindquarters to a massive device which very gradually crushes living infants, for the purposes of extracting a youth juice which is then administered anally – these rejuve-enemas are not the most efficient means at their disposal but only the most pleasurable – with idiot rapture the president is sodomized by his father whose scrotum has been injected with a special mixture of youth agent and atomized bullion - thrusting his face into a burnished trough of cocaine the president ejaculates copiously while repeatedly punching an enormous inflated red novelty button: CNN appears in midair filling the entire chamber with amplified coverage - cruise missiles crash into mosques and, in an especially spectacular shot, the camera zooms in on an ejected teenage girl flying through the air – she is clipped by a hunk of white-hot shrapnel that unzips her midsection and sends intestines bursting in air like fireworks, and the boys in the war room drop to the floor twitching in undescribable ecstasies the air crawls with cancerous sperm that dissolves in orgasm-smoke of charred bodies ...
|Posted on Monday, March 17, 2003 - 07:12 pm: |
I once started talking like that thanks to a combination of food poisoning and Ishmael Reed novels. I guess all it takes to elicit such symptoms now is a look at the news . . .
|Posted on Thursday, December 04, 2003 - 06:37 am: |
The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld
You're going to be told lots of things.
You get told things every day that don't happen.
It doesn't seem to bother people, they don't—
It's printed in the press.
The world thinks all these things happen.
They never happened.
Everyone's so eager to get the story
Before in fact the story's there
That the world is constantly being fed
Things that haven't happened.
All I can tell you is,
It hasn't happened.
It's going to happen.
—Feb. 28, 2003, Department of Defense briefing