Dear God/Bush in Heaven save us from this awful torment. We bow to your everlasting capacity and power to render unto us the bounty of your talents and treasures.
Okay, so that’s sarcasm. I’ve been reading some blogs recently, and they all seem to be wailing and gnashing their teeth because Bush didn’t save the asses of the poor folks in New Orleans. Now, I’m no fan of Bush as you know, but I can’t just sit idly by and listen to this drivel.
"Why didn’t he save us?!"
"Dear God, he’s abandoned us?"
"See, SEE? How damned incompetent he is?"
Who do you think Bush is, your daddy? Why give him that job title. Nanny-in-chief. Hail to the Protector. Who’s your daddy? Why, Bush is your daddy. Didn’t you know that? I’m George "Rick James" Bush, Bitch!
Bah! When will you people learn pick up what is left of your broken free-will and put it to use. See somebody without water? Go find some for them. See someone without food? Go seek it out for them. Need to have a problem solved? Solve a problem first.
Look, we’re only going to get out of this alive if we pull together and act. Don’t wait for the Man to come save your asses. You’ve been living at his behest for too long, when will you stop giving your souls to him?
He doesn’t deserve your devotion or your wrath. The two go together like peaches and cream.