Jackals are pack animals who attack in mass, being too cowardly to take on prey individually unless very desperate. They are ugly in cravings and intent, devious, sly, and cunning. Traveling at night, their deeds are lost in darkness. They are very much like evilangelical right wing Republicans. George Bush comes to mind.
Where did George get his 'stuff'? Look no further than the mother of all jackals, Barbara Bush. If this sounds mean know that it is. If you can't stand the carrion please stop now. Many of our ideas come from the stimulation and artistry of like-minded cyber sites. Most recently, Barbara Bush came up on …zivi smo…. Check this link out. It is a world class site and very well written.
There you will find this statement made by Barbara Bush on March 18, 2003: "Why should we hear about body bags and death and how many, what day it's gonna happen? It's not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?" Well, it occurs to us that over 1500 dead American service personnel and tens of thousands of Iraqi collateral civilan deaths make body bags very relevant these days. Hello mother.
No wonder George Jr. is like vanilla gone bad. If mother Bush has a beautiful mind, then pond scum is aquatic decorative enhancement. Barbara's offical biography states that, since the death of her daughter Robin from leukemia, she and George senior have been filled with a lifelong compassion. She says, "Because of Robin, George and I love every living human being."
The disconnect must be genetic. Son George is killing thousands in the name of freedom and the love of democracy. He's even willing to keep alive a living corpse out of Christain love–playing Jesus to Lazarus.
George Jr. gets his 'stuff' from mommy and she gets her Yankee compassion from ancestor Franklin Pierce, the 14th President of the United States.
The resemblence to George Bush Jr.s presidency is uncanny. In his inaugural address Pierce proclaimed an era of peace and prosperity at home and vigor in relations with other nations. "The United states might have to acquire additional possessions for the sake of its own security, he pointed out, and would not be deterred by 'any timid forebodings of evil.'"
Mostly, Americans don't even know Pierce was president, but to the student of history his incompetent, divisive and corrupt administration led to the turmoil of the American Civil War. While mother Barbara wallows in the beautiful mind of destined dynasty, many of us have already realized a second American Civil War.
On a lighter note, we thought you would enjoy the following biography of Barbara Bush (http://whitehouse.org/administration/barbara.asp):
"A veritable whirling dervish of matriarchal magnetism and fork-tongued wit, Mrs. George H.W. Bush brings a special brand of maturity and silver-haired spunk to the otherwise somber and heretofore ignored position of Executive First Lady. A perennial role model for the husky drag queen set, Bar (as she's known to those who know her best) can light up a room with her trademark flurries of urgent directives and stinging criticisms.
Born June 8, 1925, in Rye, New York, to Pauline and (future McCalls publisher) Marvin Pierce,the then Pre-Mrs. George H.W. Bush enjoyed a respectable and modestly comfortable youth.Refined and tactful from the very moment of conception, Bar held elementary school tea parties that were the stuff of legend, replete with hand-picked Barbados cherry scones, Tiffany cup & saucer sets, and the doting attentions of her Darjeeling-native hand servant, Takdah. Generous sometimes to a fault, Bar was quick to invite even the most common neighbor girl to the frequent slumber parties in the hay loft of her Acropolis-inspired pony stable.
Bar would weather the Great Depression bravely while attending a succession of exclusive boarding schools, including Rye Country Day and South Carolina's Ashley Hall – the latter's Christmas dance being where she would stalk future President George H.W. Bush until he finally succumbed to her playful taunts about his masculinity. Within two years, the two were engaged
to be married.
In George's absence, Bar would commence her freshman year at Smith College, but, wisely sensing the institution's future reputation for lesbianism, would drop out after only 6 months. Unemployed, unmarried, and pining for George's return from dispensing vengeful medicine to those sneaky Nips, Bar took solace in the company of her new friends on the ladies'
weight-lifting circuit. But in January, 1945, just two weeks after George's triumphant homecoming, the young couple were married at last.
The years passed quickly, and Bar sired a sizable menagerie of Bush children while George H.W. made his rapid climb up the political ladder. Relocating to wherever her husband's noble freedom-fighting took them became a way of life, and as such, Bar's beloved wedding furniture suffered untold nicks and scratches over the course of 29 moves between George's first election
to the US Congress and his inauguration as Vice President under Ronald Reagan.
When President Bush was finally and justly elected President, Bar re-invented what it means to be the First Lady, eschewing the gratuitous slimness of decades of her predecessors and reveling in her queen-sized magnificence. Her first term as First Lady would see Bar co-author two
best-selling books with her beloved Springer Spaniel Millie, and succeed (albeit in the final hours) at eliminating the overpowering and stubbornly lingering scent of Nancy Reagan's Chanel No. 5 from the First Lady's East Wing toiletry alcove.
After President Bush voluntarily stepped down in 1992, with her children long since grown and moved away, Bar luxuriated in eight years worth of free time, mastering the collected works of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber for the zither, and at long last pursuing her life-long desire to become an unrivalled master of seashell picture frame crafts.
But that was then. Today, with executive President George H.W. Bush back at the helm of the White House, Bar is busier than ever before, tasked with the day-to-day oversight and management of both Mrs. George W. Bush and the more headstrong Mrs. Dick Cheney, whom might otherwise selfishly engage in activities of interest to themselves.
Mrs. George H.W. Bush's star sign is Gemini. She likes movies, going out for dinner, walks on the beach, like-minded Caucasian Christians, and leaders of the free world with a sense of humor." Oh, and yeah–she has a beautiful mind… body bags and all.