Bush I don't hate you---I LOATHE you. - Democratic Underground

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Fri Jan-06-06 07:35 AM
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Bush I don't hate you---I LOATHE you.

You are the semen stain on America.

You don’t deserve to be a citizen of our great nation, let alone hold title of president over us. If I had to rate you, I’d rate you somewhere between Hitler and Saddam Hussein. You’re about as tall as Hitler and have as little regard for killing as Hussein. You even adopted his methods doing it.

What’s a little white phosphorous and charred burning bodies when you’ve got oil wells you’ve got to secure for the Bush empire right? While you were all tucked away in your silk sheets in the Lincoln bedroom with White House armed guards positioned every ten feet protecting your ass, a bomb landed in the living room of an Iraq family who thought they’d made it through another day. Instead their body parts were blown in all four different directions. Their only crime was being on the same globe with you.

Did you hear about that in one of your presidential daily briefs? Did you go in the closet and whack off when you heard that? Did you pound your foreskin over that your highness? Guess that made 30,006 dead innocent Iraqis now “give or take” huh? I notice how precisely you’re keeping track. You human mound of beetle dung.

Coffins are being unloaded in your name at Dover Air Force base and the closest you’ve been to combat is arguing over which driver you should use at the NCO Club golf course of your champaign guard unit before you even went awol from that and running home to your daddy so he could give you one of his Arab backed sweet crude derek fields you could fuck up.

Don’t you get it? You’re the best gift al Qida ever got. Twenty years of planning in Afghanistan couldn’t have let them accomplish what you’ve been able to do for them since you were annointed president. There’s a twenty five million dollar bounty on the head of Al Zarqawi and nobody will tell you shit. Doesn’t that tell you something?

Using your picture, they have recruits rushing in to sign up for suicide training. Before you hatched your eggs in the White House they were only in one or two countries. Now thanks to you, they’re in countries all over the damn world. Seventy five year old Mr. Time has got his feet propped up in a cave somewhere and just marveling at how much you’ve been able to fulfill his goals. Mission Accomplished all right. You should give the banner to him.

When you’re not busy ordering execution of innocent Iraqis, you’re killing everything in this country that just and necessary wars were fought for; the American dream. The poor have been systematically decimated and you’ve donated everything they used to have to your millionaire needy. You’re the Robin Hood from Nightmare on Elm Street.

You have us in so much foreign debt, the only people we will have left to borrow from is North Korea and Cuba. Two hundred and twenty four years worth of presidents combined couldn’t put us in as much debt as you buried us in in just the five years you been in office. Does the word “lock” box mean anything to you? The one that had all the billions of social security surplus that Clinton left you with. What the fuck do you think the word lock means?

If there was a presidents hall of shame, they couldn’t make the standards low enough for you to qualify. You record American citizens conversations like some sick phone sex pervert under the guise of presidential perogative and treat the bible of our forefathers as some meaningless ceremonial document which only applies to other presidents, not Emperor Bush.

That statue stands in New York Harbor with it’s torch raised high for a reason. And that reason symbolizes a country whose president is liable to its citizens, subject to laws and not privileged to set up a God Damned self crowned anarchy !

I would rather look directly into the sun than even a picture of your face. In your token visit to the hospital over the holiday break, you managed to exceed your already enshrined slug level of despicable revulsion.

You would dare show a wounded soldier a scratch on your head in a sick attempt to show reference of an injury to someone who was lucky enough to come back alive from where you sent him to die. And now he only needs to try to adapt to using a mechanical arm for the rest of his life. You insidious low life testicle sucker. You’re more useless than a used tampon and the greatest threat to this country since Pearl Harbor.

Every morning I wake up and go to my computer hoping to find a flashing red headline screaming across my screen.......every day. God, I hope for it.

Barring that or until then, with every breath in my body I will work to see your demise, your eviction and your disgrace. After that, may that little voice in your head realize his mistake and commit you to rot where you belong...in the New Orleans ninth ward!