Who are these degenerate life forms who call themselves Republicans? They walk upright like human beings, allegedly reproduce like human beings, and vaguely resemble some type of Homo Sapien (Hi Dr. Dobson!) but the morality they fake and the excuses they make overwhelmingly confirm that they have mutated into strange creatures devoid of moral standards and incapable of any truly human actions other than noisy bowel movements, which they portray as conservative ideology.
Let's review the latest new and improved Republican strategery, shall we? Lies everywhere? Check. Using children as human shields? Check. Howling about Democrats on Limbaugh? Check. Hatred of the truth reigns supreme? Check. Protecting our children emboldens the terrorists? Check.
Put your Bibles away, Republican hypocrites, the evildoers and perverted haters of America you've so loudly and self-righteously warned everyone else about are staring right back at you in your mirrors. Take a good look at yourselves and then puke in the sink.
Finished? No? Tough shit, listen while you puke. The scrambling of your self-proclaimed guardians of morality is not going to save them from the fury of American voters. Going to a church to pray and writing another check to the RNC is not going to prevent the implosion of that surreal cult you call a party. Your ignorance and extremism and addiction to lies have elevated these pigs with an (R) after their names to power, and now you are reaping what you have sown.
I have news for you, Bible-thumping Republicans, Hell is not awaiting the wicked at the hour of their death, it's taking a fiery road trip through your precious Republican Congress right here in the Year of Our Lord 2006. Hell has paid its RNC dues and plans to stay awhile, and if you wonder why, take a break from your puking and look in the mirror again, because you are the ones who invited it to drop by and say hello. Your ruthlessness and fanaticism have beckoned it, and your fortified GOP Green Zone there in the fascist heart of Washington D.C. is going to be smoldering ashes by the time it leaves.
So congratulations! You've all just won a one-way trip to the Bottomless Pit. But before you go, gather your fellow Republicans together, do some channel-surfing, and behold the shit hitting the fan at Warp Factor Nine. Bush and Kissinger will be down on their drunken knees praying any day now. Nationwide derision is raining down on your hero, J. Dennis Hastert. Your favorite adulterer and aspiring strangler, Don Sherwood, can't choke his way out of this one. Tommy Reynolds, that scourge of Islamofascists everywhere, is hiding behind rented daycare children. Condi is now lying about the lies she told to conceal the lies she peddled to hide the lies she trotted out in front of the 9/11 Commission. Frist has diagnosed the Taliban and declared them tanned, rested, and ready for global Islamofascist conquest.
Verily I say unto you, the reality-based world is closing in on you from all sides, and the reality based world is PISSED OFF. The lies of your perversion enablers can no longer conceal the horrific consequences of their trillion dollar war to nowhere. Their carefully staged photo ops can no longer fool an American electorate embittered by six years of Republican lies, betrayal, and criminal incompetence. Their racist loathing of immigrants can no longer be peddled as upholding our laws, because they shit on our laws and everyone knows it.
Have I mentioned that Bob Woodward is officially off the RNC payroll? His book was going to be entitled: Bush and the Republicans are Lying Fascists Who Belong in a Psychiatric Ward, but that wouldn't fit on the cover, so he went with State of Denial.
Welcome to Hell, Republicans. You bought it, you paid for it, you own it, so take a tip from Apocalypse Now, and embrace the horror.
All together now, Republicans, sing along with Jim Morrison, and kiss your asses goodbye:
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end