THE STORY OF THE MAD COWBOY
Mad cowboy disease was once rampant throughout the nation. Milions had it. How bad it was we didn't know. It infected more than anyone suspected it might. The first symptom, urge to fight those we thought had led the attack--Iraq, that oil glutted Moslem land in the desert sand of the Middle East where a beast named Hussein reigned with iron fist and an arsenal of weaponry poised to attack our unprepared land of freedom and democracy.
We saw what they did to the Twin Towers, not in hours but in minuets. With hijacked planes they slammed into these massive structures with destructive force worse than man could conceive. Thousands died, millions cried. The Towers became funeral pyres, victims trapped inside its walls.
Hundeds disappeared beneath mounds of cement and steel in an unreal rain of death. Others drew their final breath, jumped a hundred floors to their death to escape flame and smoke that was intense. It was a cruel joke that made no sense, but panic forces the sane to do insane things in moments of frenzied frustration and desperation.
So George W. Bush, a new and failing president, declared it his intent to vent his fury on Iraq he said had led the attack. We would pay them back and even up the score in a few short weeks of war. Forget lack of evidence, forget expense, Iraq possessed dreaded weapons of mass destruction, WMDs. His plan: defeat the beast of the Middle East, bring the country to its knees, seize its oil, make them pay for what they did to the USA
As you know, none of this was so. Why did he vent his wrath on Iraq? He knows why. So do we. Avenge his dad's defeat, steal their oil, become the hero of a two-bit war and the first American czar,
Thousands of GIs died because he lied with a sneer from ear to ear. Now he's in a hole out of control. The Dems must win big in November so the nation will long remember what Dubya and the GOP did to destroy democracy.
We saw what they did to the Twin Towers, not in hours but in minuets. With hijacked planes they slammed into these massive structures with destructive force worse than man could conceive. Thousands died, millions cried. The Towers became funeral pyres, victims trapped inside its walls.
Hundeds disappeared beneath mounds of cement and steel in an unreal rain of death. Others drew their final breath, jumped a hundred floors to their death to escape flame and smoke that was intense. It was a cruel joke that made no sense, but panic forces the sane to do insane things in moments of frenzied frustration and desperation.
So George W. Bush, a new and failing president, declared it his intent to vent his fury on Iraq he said had led the attack. We would pay them back and even up the score in a few short weeks of war. Forget lack of evidence, forget expense, Iraq possessed dreaded weapons of mass destruction, WMDs. His plan: defeat the beast of the Middle East, bring the country to its knees, seize its oil, make them pay for what they did to the USA
As you know, none of this was so. Why did he vent his wrath on Iraq? He knows why. So do we. Avenge his dad's defeat, steal their oil, become the hero of a two-bit war and the first American czar,
Thousands of GIs died because he lied with a sneer from ear to ear. Now he's in a hole out of control. The Dems must win big in November so the nation will long remember what Dubya and the GOP did to destroy democracy.
posted by Ed Weiland at 1:14 AM
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