To: Darksheare
It was a dark and stormy night when the boy wonder finalized his plans for the takeover of power.The incessant beating of the torrid rain on the thatched roof of Rove's small cabin. The architect continued to scrawl his Machiavellian strategy in the dingy room, lit only by the ceaseless flashing of lightning.
He grinned that sinister boyish grin as he perfected his evil craft. How could he not be pleased at the prearranged betrothal of the ultra-liberal northern senator with the newly departed Republican senator's widow? Who could foresee that perfect of all patient chess moves?
As the vicious storm continued into the night, was it the wind or the boy wonder who howled in defiance? The perfect Rovian Storm was born of such...
39 posted on
03/06/2005 7:22:16 AM PST by
Centaur
(Never practice moderation to excess.)
To: Centaur
40 posted on
03/06/2005 7:29:41 AM PST by
Darksheare
(If you were in my heart I'd surely not break you. If you were beside me and my love would take you.)
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