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Bush's incompetence has been exposed to the world in the wake of Hurrican Katrina. His policies and actions have divided the U.S. from our long time allies. The time has come to Recall Bush
See a timeline of bush's actions Vs what a competent leader would have done. |
 Monday August 29, 2005 Hurricane Katrina makes land at 6:10 CDT. Bush eats cake while Americans are trying to survive and dying |
 Bush is out catapulting his propaganda on medicaid & laughs while Americans are dying. While the person pictured on the right most likely didn't die on Monday, many others did. |
 Bush travels to California. He ends up at a naval base in Coronado to catapult his propaganda for the Iraq war in front of an audience ordered not to dissent. Bush enjoys playing guitar with country singer Mark Wills while thousands of Americans need food, water, & medicine. |
A long, long time ago... I can still remember how them Nazi's stole those ballot files. And I knew then they have their chance, To stick the people with their lance, And maybe we'd be docile for a while. But mid November made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver, Bad news on the doorstep... I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried When I read about his Supreme Court slide But something touched me deep inside, The day the U.S. died. So... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak, This'll be the day many croak." Did you write the book of slime, And do you give props for Karl's crime, If the RNC tells you so? Now do you believe in shock 'n awe? Can rummy kill like your evil paw? And can you preach on why to kill across the globe Well we know that you're from evil seed, 'Cause we see your family's evil deeds, Ya'll ticked off these shores, Man, You dug them whiskies 'n' whores, You is a greedy money grubbin' punk, whose goal's to turn this land to worthless junk And now we are in a funk The day the U.S. died We started singing... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak, This'll be the day many croak." Now for 5 years we've been gettin' reamed, And this means we've been getting cleaned, But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from Howard Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and since the King looked like a clown The jester hoped he was goin' down The courtroom was adjourned, No verdict was returned. And while dubya read a book on goats, The quartet practiced on the boat, And we sang dirges in the moat, The day the U.S. cried. We were singing... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak, This'll be the day many croak." Helter Skelter in a summer swelter, Some peeps drive off for some hurricane shelter, Many miles away and driving slow, many stranded foul at the dome, No place for one to call their home, While the idiot ate some cake and the city drowned Now that city air was foul perfume While FEMA played a lying tune They all got up to eat Oh, but they never got some meat 'Cause some people tried to take the field, The freakin' feds refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed, The day the U.S. cried? We started singing..... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak, This'll be the day many croak." And there they were all in one place The Crescent city lost in space With no time left to bring them in So come on shrub be nimble shrub be quick boy shrub sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the boy shrubs's only friend And as we watched him on the stage Our hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that dubya's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw boy shrub laughing with delight The day the U.S. cried we was singing... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak, This'll be the day many croak." I met a girl who shopped for shoes, And I asked her for some happy news, But she just laughed and turned away. I went down to the city gates, Where I'd hoped to help my fellow mates, But the man said your help here is of no desire And at the dome the children screamed Some people died and others dreamed A lot of words were spoken our leader still was jokin' And this stupid has snorted most His brain has to be burnt frickin' toast he flew his big plane for the coast The day the U.S. cried And we were singing... Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak," This'll be the day many croak." We were singing Smoke coke little dubya bloke, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was broke Your good ol' boys are stinkin' pond scum and joke Laughing "This'll be the day many croak." |
