I'm glad he's being released and I understand the overwhelming urge to hurl things at George Bush but the key is to not act on them - especially if the man is President at the time. Kthxbai.
@dummyfakeroller: Well if we understand the office of the presidency or various heads of state to be representative of whatever constituency voted them in, i suppose the logic of the above statement is no matter what our disagreeements, the decisions of fellow human beings should be respected by treating heads of state with a measure of decorum.
Except, when you live in a warzone, the very fabric of your society has been blown apart, lives and the very essence of social cohesion has been destroyed and there literally is a single individual responsible, this thesis holds less weight. Sure the Presidency might have a symbolic weight behind the office, but thats why the attack was appropriately symbolic: throwing a shoe. As opposed to a rock. or a bullet.
Really it just comes down to, attacking a President means attacking every citizen and individual who he represents. At the very least it's the constituents who voted him in and at the very most it's all Americans. I'm going to err on the side of his argument when he threw the shoe and condemned all of us for being responsible for the destruction of Iraqi society.
I walked into the Oval Office on our first day and could not find George. I heard muttering under the desk and arrived to find him crouching beneath it, muttering "Tend the rabbits, tend the rabbits... I'm gonna... live off the fat of the land."
Perfect. I had him sufficiently confused and terrified.
I like the deer. The doe, to be precise. I like to touch their soft ears -- soft, like a kitten's. I like to sink my fingertips into the white fur spot covering their bodies. And those cottontails! Bobbing through the woods, bobbing through my heart.
So when he saw me...saw me with the doe -- just my doe and me, celebrating our love, I did what I had to do.
"I saw the letter first. Normally, I wouldn't have checked on my boss' mail, but the mailbox was slightly ajar, and I couldn't help noticing the off-purple envelope addressed to W. It was a peculiar letter, taller than it was long, with no return address. I wondered if it was a love letter. Whatever it was, whoever had sent it had lousy taste in color. The off-purple envelope reminded me of spoiled meat."
Every morning started out the same, George sitting alone at his desk, scared to face the day. I pulled up a chair and proceeded to give him the same pep talk that I had given him every day for the past eight years.
Why, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity. Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities, seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts and with no more brains than you have. But they have one thing you haven't got: a diploma.
He then reminds me that he received a diploma from Harvard and I tell him to pull himself together because I need to leave for a meeting to confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.
I hand him a lollipop from my pocket and all is right with his world again.
Photoshopped pictures of Dick Cheney are some of my favorite things. The Onion went in a different, although still fun, direction a couple of years ago.
It was a dark and stormy [REDACTED]; the [REDACTED] fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent [REDACTED] which swept up the streets (for it is in [REDACTED] that our scene lies), rattling along the {REDACTED}, and fiercely agitating the [REDACTED] flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Megan, you should be ashamed of yourself for posting a picture of Dick Cheney over a vampire! Vampires should be off limits! It is past time to restore the tolerance of all Americans including vampires! All I ask is that vampires be loved and accepted. This is atrocious!
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Except, when you live in a warzone, the very fabric of your society has been blown apart, lives and the very essence of social cohesion has been destroyed and there literally is a single individual responsible, this thesis holds less weight. Sure the Presidency might have a symbolic weight behind the office, but thats why the attack was appropriately symbolic: throwing a shoe. As opposed to a rock. or a bullet.
Really it just comes down to, attacking a President means attacking every citizen and individual who he represents. At the very least it's the constituents who voted him in and at the very most it's all Americans. I'm going to err on the side of his argument when he threw the shoe and condemned all of us for being responsible for the destruction of Iraqi society.
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InnocentsInnocencePerfect. I had him sufficiently confused and terrified.
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InnocentsInnocenceI like the deer. The doe, to be precise. I like to touch their soft ears -- soft, like a kitten's. I like to sink my fingertips into the white fur spot covering their bodies. And those cottontails! Bobbing through the woods, bobbing through my heart.
So when he saw me...saw me with the doe -- just my doe and me, celebrating our love, I did what I had to do.
I fired.
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InnocentsInnocence"I saw the letter first. Normally, I wouldn't have checked on my boss' mail, but the mailbox was slightly ajar, and I couldn't help noticing the off-purple envelope addressed to W. It was a peculiar letter, taller than it was long, with no return address. I wondered if it was a love letter. Whatever it was, whoever had sent it had lousy taste in color. The off-purple envelope reminded me of spoiled meat."
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InnocentsInnocenceThe End.
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InnocentsInnocenceWhy, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity. Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities, seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts and with no more brains than you have. But they have one thing you haven't got: a diploma.
He then reminds me that he received a diploma from Harvard and I tell him to pull himself together because I need to leave for a meeting to confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.
I hand him a lollipop from my pocket and all is right with his world again.
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InnocentsInnocence[www.theonion.com]
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InnocentsInnocenceThis is now my response to EVERYTHING.
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The mere idea of someone doctoring the photo of a vampire is appalling! To learn that a Jezebel did it is absolutely sickening!