Our Doctor
Remains blast to the heavens
Hallowed be thy name
Our kingdom was dumb
When this War was begun
For fear that they'd be dubbed Ex-patriots
Give us this day to speak our rage
And forgive us our restrained dissent
As we sit and fear those that will rise up against us
Those who slander and mislead Our nation
And preach not the end of terror
But to displace Ours onto Them.
Forgive the US good doctor for buying the ticket to this ridiculous ride. For being bamboozled by a swine infested white house, spewing oil at every pore. For listening to the fear mongers and the corporate shark propagandists. Grant us peace and unity in our day. Let us offer each other a sign of peace.
Hunter S. Thomson's last wish was granted last Sunday, the first televised day on the 2005 football season. Coincidence? Though in hindsight, maybe the hilarious first Sunday (Go Simpsons!)of the new fall season on FOX would have fit nicely too. Way to remember September 11th, Rupert. Thompson's ashes were shot out of a 150 foot tall "Gonzo" cannon during a zambelli fireworks. Johny Depp, who paid for most of it, was there along with Ed Bradley, Senator John Kerry, the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and about 250 other invited guests. The vacuum created by the loss of our icons seems to be growing. Who will wear the next set of shoes so impossible to fill. We'll miss you Dr. Thompson.
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