No Iraqi Child Left Behind

Later, Laura called an emergency meeting at PSYOPS Headquarters with the PSYCHO WARLORDS…

Laura: Yes, I am she. For sake of PSYOPS COMIX’ No Iraqi Child Left Behind Initiative, I reveal myself after these many years in order to provide Iraqi girls a proper role model. Now, as for my Super Consort…

Playing ping-pong with Heretik….

Rational Discussion Expected

BATTLE ESCALATES! Tom Delay declares legitimate debate by people of good will against a Judiciary run amok in their War on Faith. The New American Homeland Security Vatican announced its Pope with smoke and bells on the steps of the Supreme Court.

“And to imagine, I always thought it was grape juice,” Delay said, admitting he had alot to learn about his new office.

Delay says Federal Judiciary Has ‘Run Amok,’ Adding Congress is Partly to Blame.

And while on the subject of Delay, check out The Heretik’s take on Clown Delay. Funny but also…well, meditate on Delay running about a circus rink and the humor evaporates into something reaching archetypal pathos.

Mystery of the Lost Disaster Twins’ Episode


I first came upon Julia and Robbie when we were being told to put plastic over the windows and duct tape our doors if the anthrax was blowin’ in the wind.

Julia and Robbie first startled me. Then they made me happy. I read them several times over, delighted with FEMA. A bar had been raised, I’m not even sure what bar it was, but, as dizzying heights of absurdity make me giggly and ticklish it was jack-pot adrenaline time. “Here,” I wanted to call to Julia and Robbie, “toss me the ball, I’m open, I’ll run with it!”

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Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz


I’ve been trying to track back down a Laura Bush-approved book for children on the war where kids are supposed to eat a star candy each day until mom or dad returns and send mom or dad star-shaped cookies. I came across it by chance the other night and can’t find it now. Thought the idea pretty manipulative inventive myself, feeding the kids star candies to sell them on patriotic fervor while mom or dad is out fighting for oil. More make-a-memory patriotic devotionals applauded by the top armchair guns who wouldn’t be caught dead (uh hummm) out on battle lines. And when mom or dad never come home, then what?

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