George and the Contractors: A Love Story

President Bush Discusses War on Terror, Economy with Associated General Contractors of America

Q: … second is a personal question. What do you pray about, and how we can we pray for you?
A: … The fact that you would ask the question, how can I pray for you, speaks volumes about the United States of America. I have been amazed by the fact that millions of Americans of all faith, all political backgrounds, pray for me and Laura. And it is unbelievably sustaining. It is comforting. It is humbling to be prayed for. Wisdom and strength, and my family, is what I’d like for you to pray for.

My prayer is that you become a goddamn footnote in history.

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3 Responses to George and the Contractors: A Love Story

  1. Drew Bixcube says:

    As I’ve said before, I do not think anyone should kill president Bush by shoving a hot metal rod down his throat and out his ass.

    And then twisting the rod into the shape of a pretzel. And then feeding the Bush-rod-pretzel to wolverines.


  2. annie says:

    I get blessed and prayed for, everytime i’m on the radio- it still makes me uncomfortable, since basically my whatsis is not their whatsis or anywhere near..couldn’t agree more,drew, except i might also involve fire ants and a grease trap somehow.. and by the way- Heatmiser??!!!AND dredZeppelin? it’s like we went to highschool together or something…oh,right…
    now i’m off to edify myself on the subject of mark geary. Just got to see Daniel AIU Belteshazzar-Higgs and Brightblack Morning Light. quite the experience.

  3. ectostan says:

    The only thing I know about Mark Geary is the one song of his that gets played on my “The Jam” station on Pandora: Fanfare. But Dread Zep… that’s a different story!

    On a sadder note, my Pandora’s Jar no longer rips Pandora songs. So I can no longer “timeshift” my Pandora listening habit. It still works for some people, apparently, but the workarounds have gotten so complex (and by that I mean “stupid”) that I can’t be bothered keeping up.

    Curse you, forces of capitalism and copyright law! You’ve won…. *this* round!

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