I am not smitten with the man <br />or what he does, day in day out. <br />I wonder though, just why there is <br />a veritable hurricane of lies <br />blasted like unforgiving arctic wind <br />at him as if he were the culprit, <br />a villain extraordinaire, mais ouis. <br /> <br />'Ami', says Schroeder privately, <br />dumm, ein Texasbauer, peasant <br />with stetson and that longhorn shit <br />for brain, no European would conduct <br />himself or this great orchestra <br />with such incompetence, no way. <br /> <br />'All hurricanes can now be safely blamed <br />on George, he did not sign the paper', <br />a fruitcake by the name of Trittin, <br />says 'Amischwein you did not do <br />what all the people wanted, your neglect <br />of the environment has brought <br />you punishment, so well deserved.' <br /> <br />Al Qaida adds 'it is the wrath of God'. <br />Another voice wants to be heard, <br />somewhat anonymously, it says <br />much money was withheld from New Orleans <br />to pay for warring in Iraq, and troups, <br />most of them sent to battle overseas, <br />and no one left to help those bastards, <br />who were, by their own frank admission <br />black as the night, and sins occur, <br />as we all know, most likely in the dark. <br /> <br />Four years ago the editors of SA <br />predicted a disaster of unknown proportions <br />was waiting in the Gulf of Mexico. <br />They did not mention that the president <br />would be committing this indictable offence.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bush/
