Politics and the Thirteen of Fridays

Ultimateificate: the fictional account of real surgents.

McCain is tanking. Thompson is effervescing.

Bush and Dick are entrenched and bunkering themselves in.
Around the country, Impeachment is on the tips of many tongues.
I keep hearing wait till September. "Wait till September," they say.
General Patraeus will have a "recommendation" then.

Look for Cheney to resign, quit, or be fired or impeached.
McCain will be appointed Vice President, and will then run for President.
Like Kissinger and the Republican Party, there will be a way for Cheney
to still run the show.

The Secretary of Homeland Security has a gut feeling about our nation's security.
Keith Olbermann had a special comment about such. "Are you freaking kidding me!?,"
he queried. Why are we being prepared for another sea change?

I am worried. I am pretty sure I won't win the lottery. I can't be so sure however about my
chances of getting hit by lightning, a meteor, or a hurricane, these days, let alone the first suicide
bomb to make it to our homeland.

We are a card being played with a sleight of hand. Maybe one day the globe will warm and melt away the veil of stupidity and callousness which the bush cabal has placed over the eyes of the people, like so many bath salts, in a tank filled with warm water.

To ultimateificate: to superlatively embroil out to an absurd state. I would give you an example but I can't think of one.)

Be seeing you.