Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Breaking News




On Tuesday President George W. Bush delivered what some have called his longest, most detailed argument yet that Al Qaeda is not in Dick Cheney.

Speaking to 300 troops at Charleston Air Force Base in South Carolina, the president argued that a new unclassified report clearly indicated no connection between the Al Qaeda who carried out the Sept. 11 attacks and the rogue elements in his vice-president, which he explained are the trapped souls of past political rivals, consumed over the years.

Politicians, intelligence officials, and regional analysts have met Mr. Bush's recent assertions with much skepticism.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

"much skepticism" and catcalls from the audience until Cheney bodily dismembered and ate one of them, an unnamed staff writer from USAToday. After this display the Forth Estate behaved with what can only be described as "decorum"

-dm

Anonymous said...

If you keep dicking with Cheney, he'll come after you: your Rotary membership will be canceled, all your 2-for-1 coupons will expire, your bike tires will run flat while your pump seals dry-rot, your line at the cash register really will be slower than all the rest, and objects in your mirrors will turn out to be police with their lights on.

-dm

Anonymous said...

Hey - didn't you see? Cheney just had a new heart installed. No talk of the lament of tortured souls.

vinnymoe said...

Soooo Mr."D",what kind of name is "Lavi" anyway? Hmmm? It has a certain ring to it,a flavor...vaguely reminiscent of say... HUMMUS?
Suppose you stick to riding your bike and snapping your little photos;like you did Sun. at 8:37 A.M. in front of the Riviera.
Dick has cameras also.


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