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::: Architects of Destruction :::

You don't need a weather vane to feel the hard rain and you don't need a weatherman to keep you out of Iraq or Iran. You just need a plan Stan. The duly elected administration causes frustration with their verbal masturbation. They steal from the poor give to the rich ain't that a b*tch. The men in control ain't got not soul treat mother earth like a toilet bowl build their deadly rockets fill their already deep pockets hurl their destruction in every direction use our taxes for the reconstruction label every objection to their action as unpatriotic that's very neurotic nearly psychotic spending time in a place that spills the blood and takes the lives leaving legions of young widowed wives.

The terrorist with his hooded head doesn't give a sh*t if he's wakes up dead because he believes in his own destiny, but his mind is dim and chances are slim that waiting for him will be twelve laughing virgins trying and vying to give him head on a heavenly bed so fill him with lead make sure that he's dead before he can kill and cause to maim doing more of those thing he's done in Allah's name but the truth be told while his family cries what's really waiting for him are flesh eating flies

When the president lies, take a look in his eyes you can see right through his disguise. His cowboy mouth is not from the South that feeble drawl sounded so small when he got caught in the White House hall wearing in a shiny pink shawl spinning a French parasol thought he was dancing at a gay bashing ball. He misread the words on the wall went on vacation without hesitation not a word heard from the man in charge. It's time for a change to rearrange the human race, slow down the pace, say grace, end the arms race, give peace a chance as Rodney King sang in his song can't we all just get along.

It's evident that the vice president has an ax to grind with his own behind. Slick Dick Chaney didn't get his chops hanging out with Ma Rainey. That grin on his face looks way out of place could it be he's from outer space. He snorts and cavorts with all his cohorts behind locked doors speaking of terror and acts of doom, playing war with shock and awe thinks weapons are his personal toys sending off young army boys to do what he could never do and believe me this is true he never served in the military, how could it be that this former war secretary never shot at an enemy in any way on any day only shot his friend and shot him real good, shot him in the back and that's a fact, he blew him a second hole in his ass and now look at the price we're paying for gas.

Written by: ~ L. Elliot Mintz