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Good evening friends.
Our top Haiku for tonight
You can read below:

Fifty billion more
For an endless, ugly war-
Will it never end?

Man who cried “Iraq!”
says “nukeular Holocaust”
Please, no one listen.
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Two bitter years gone
ruined houses rot and die,
levees still don’t work.
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Geneva just quaint
Constitution obsolete~
Gonzales moves on.

Rotten apple out
to make room for someone who’s
more incompetent?
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Dark and still below
cold, heavy earth above
Silent lies their tomb.
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Pay no attention
to millions with no health care:
Michael Vick hates dogs.
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Lindsay Lohan drunk
Senator in bathroom stall-
Put silly news here.
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To sum it all up:
Bush hears only his own voice
Nothing’s new tonight.

That is all for now.
Sleep well and try to survive
until a new day.
News brought to you by
Exxon, maker of Valdez.
We toast the planet!

Well I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. President Bush says that poor Alberto Gonzales resigned because of "mud slinging."

Yes, that’s the new term for asking someone to tell the truth, if that someone is a member of the Bush administration. And trying to find out the truth anyway when the Bush flunky refuses to answer questions, ignores lawful subpoenas and Freedom of Information act requests: why that’s called a witch hunt. Just ask Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly and the president’s other designated mouthpieces- they’ll be telling us this all week. It was all nothing but a witch hunt!

Forget the late night verbal assault on ailing A.G. Ashcroft in his hospital bed and subsequent lies about it. Forget attempts to pressure United States Attorneys into filing lawsuits for purely political reasons and subsequent lies about it. Forget the ever-shifting stories about warrantless spying on Americans, blatantly ignoring the U. S. Constitution when one sees fit, the justification of torture, and letting Karl Rove and the White House virtually run the justice department. Forget about all of it! That’s what you must do, if you swallow Bush’s manure about "mudslinging" and "witch hunts."

Some of us, however, will not forget, though we know we will be called "partisan hacks" for it. We know we will be accused of hating America, of being rabid liberals and wanting terrorists to win (and probably of hating Jesus, just for good measure) for thinking that the rule of law is more important than the rule of Bush.

But we won’t forget any of it. Because we want our country back, and we’re just crazy enough to think that if we keep looking for the truth, we might one day find it, buried under all that manure.

So I’m sitting on Grandfather mountain listening to all these celtic and pseudo-celtic singers, and I started thinking, "I could write a song like that." It seemed a pretty simple recipe, sort of like chocolate chip cookies. Instead of flour, butter and eggs, just mention hearbreak and wandering the hills, mix in a little longing, and there you go.
Bon appetite!

I knew from the first you belonged in my heart,
You were part of me then, even though
I was so young, with the heart of a child
And so much of love I did not know,
And so much of life I could not know.

But you came and you left like the wind in the trees,
Your wild heart I could touch but not hold
You bid me farewell one sweet autumn morn
When the year turned the mountain to gold
And the sun turned my tears to gold.

So many years, so many miles ago,
So many young dreams not fulfilled.
Where does love go as the years roll on by?
It lives in the heart, even still
And you’re here in my heart, even still.

As I wander the hills, all the trees speak your name
And the wind, it recalls me your face
Though t’was lost from my sight half a lifetime ago
I think of you now, in this place
and I wish you were here, in this place.

Now I watch the moon rise and I wonder, my dear,
Does it shine on you now just the same?
Do you wish you had come back to try one more time?
Do you hear my soft voice in the rain?
Does the summer storm whisper my name?

Oh the heart remains young with the passing of time,
Of dreams it surrenders but few
And my heart can’t forget what you meant to me once
And my love, it still longs for you,
Yes my heart does remember you.