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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Thursday, January 13, 2005

its always a funny thing when people lie and get caught later. the nature of public denial is really just a crapshoot anyway.

take it to the grave

or

don't plan on playing much poker.

william jefferson clinton didn't even see it coming. good ol' bill got blindsided by those sneaky washington media wolves. maybe his aides forgot to screen the press for 'approved' questions. its kind of sad that they couldn't talk in his ear and redirect before he lets off one of the most infamous soundbytes in the history of the white house (if not for his emphasis, then for his complete and total untruth).

i

did not

have

sexual relations

with that woman

ms. lewinsky.

his good ol boy southern drawl was a little too thick. his eyes a little too focused. and his left hand, usually closed in his signature curled fist, shot out a skinny index finger.

before paula jones, before the grand jury subpoena, before ken star. before hilary cut him off until he told her the truth. before public, face to face, pre-recorded admissions of guilt. which never ever bring good news.

i knew he was lying. everyone did. but its a crapshoot

deny deny deny deny deny deny deny deny deny deny deny

a few big wigs in congress were determined to be the edward rooney to bill's ferris bueler and ruin his day off, so they impeached him. not for lying, but for getting caught.

kenneth said, if you didnt cigar-poke a fat bitch, you wouldn't have gotten caught.

and then he zipped up.

a new century later, some other guy from the south, who doesn't seem that smart, and has a strange way of speaking to the public is perfecting bill's rough mold.

you know, like being so forcefull with your answer it appears as though you believe it as the gospel. using a lot of hand motions and saying a bunch of phrases that don't make a lot of sense.

its hard to put food on your families

i tried as hard as i could, but i couldn't inhale.

they might have nucleeeeeaaaarhhh weapons of mass destructification

that depends on your definition of what 'is' is?

osama is hiding in a cave, so we're invading, i mean liberating iraq.

i can spend you're money better than you can.

my biggest mistake, was trading sammy sosa.

i love you hilary.

sad ham has weapons of mass destruction, and we must stop him.

bush, jr. it seems had it a little better with the congress though.

we don't care if you're lying to us. and the un. and england and tony blair. oh and we don't care if you lie to the american fucking people.

here's a few billion a day

ten fold what you give those dead body cleaner uppers. i mean tsunami survivors.

to go after the wrong guy.

you still wont find
anything

we don't need proof. or justification. or results. or confirmation of you only reason for sending my constituents sons to scorching deserts to get shot at by civilians. and boys too young to read. and get blown up and have their remains beaten, burned, quartered, and hung from a bridge like so many black texas fiesta pinatas. you know all about those.

and not release any pictures of the ones that do make it back. in less than four pieces.

we have faith in you george. because you have faith. faith in america.

faith in your man date.

wake the fuck up, america. you better feel disgraced to live in a red state.

i am.

live
with
open
eyes

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