Excuse me Warrior President while I vent, about your faulted ship of state and the fools you delegate to steer the sinking boat. You really can`t deny how hard your minions try to make me hate. Each time you lie, I simply try to comprehend, how could I defy the crime of hate.

Hey, Mister Preacher man, with your Narrow view of Heaven`s plan, you cannot teach me to loathe not even Jews or their anti-Jesus views rejecting the glory of a second birth. I`ll celebrate, the birth of Christ but You can`t train me to Hate....

Greetings, Mister Network face, and talking head for those who buy your space. The twisted truth you blithe supply,is more egregious than a lie. You hide your pom poms well, but all good men could smell, your rancid sweat, while you cheerlead for war. The death toll mount, you no longer count, as if they never did exist. Hiding truth is your bag, but Bush support will sag, as people count how many they have missed.