Cathy is disturbed to see the Miss Dowd is off her meds again.
Posted on 12/11/2004 1:36:51 PM PST by Tumbleweed_Connection
On the first day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me a Saddam pigeon in a palm tree. Not knowing Osama's address, Rummy hastened to 'Potamia - and a mess, exhorting his pal Cheney, "Let's bomb Baghdad again, golly gee!"
On the second day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me two dead-ender turtle doves (Colin and Kofi), flowers and chocolates from the ninny Chalabi, and a billion Arabs mad at me.
On the third day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me three French henpeckers and imaginary W.M.D. And 300 tons of lost explosives going BOOM! everywhere. Rummy tried for a Vin Diesel movie, when he should have heeded General Shinseki.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me four cuckoo birds - Wolfie, Perle, Feith and Condi. The cost of empire on the cheap will be steep. How did Rummy get a job guarantee?
On the fifth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me five Pentagon rings. Rummy wanted to go down in history by transforming the military. But many G.I.'s feel cheated, that their forces and matériel are depleted. Stop Loss and Stuff Happens, by Jiminy!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me six German shepherds teeth a-baring. A hooded man attached to wires, Abu Ghraib and Army liars, Red Cross in the dark about dogs that liked to bark.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me regime change that wasn't free, our troops sitting ducks for I.E.D. (Improvised Explosive Devices, dear me) Rummy is another sort of I.E.D. (Instant Excuses for Disaster, "I'm an old man, don't you see?")
On the eighth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me eight Osama videotapes. The Bushie fever with Saddam left Osama free to scram. Invading Iraq was an Xmas gift for bin Laden - a recruiting lift.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me Iran and North Korea on a nuclear buildup spree. Nine mullahs a-proliferating, as our military's straining. The Bushies were fixated on Iraq, but Saddam's weapons were merely the mock.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me ten Gitmo lawyers a-leaping. What cares he about civil liberty?
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Rummy sent to me eleven generals a-hyping that the war is just dandy, while our spooks are warning that civil war and theocracy are a-borning as the Kid in the Oval feels free to consult a Higher Authority. Burkas, turbans and beards you'll see after the puppet Allawi.
All this from a woman who hates Christmas so..
Cathy is disturbed to see the Miss Dowd is off her meds again.
It's time for the NYT to pull the plug on this woman. Her writing skills would be an embarrassment for a high school newspaper.
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