George W. Bush, the Yale Texas Buckaroo who usurped the Office of President Of The United States, gave another one of his "Revivalist" speeches
     to his Fraternity Brothers and Sorority Sisters on the East Coast of America last night.  The occasion was nothing less than what we have come to
     expect from this spoiled son of a rotten family.

     It was another celebration of the Enron-Haliberton-Bechtel-Government rousing its loyal bureaucratic investors with a Company speech all about how
     wonderful they are, how much richer they're gonna be, and why the rest of America should love them for their fatuous and condescending  arrogance.
     It was not the speech of a statesman; it was the rehearsed performance of a Puppet hoping to find the Blue Fairy who will somehow miraculously
     confer life upon him as a real human boy. It was the kind of speech one might expect to find tumbling from the lips of a psychotic extra-terrestrial; it
     showed no awareness of the true state of the Union which is, at this time, a state of complete and thorough disunion. Who stole the Country; who brokered
     the Presidency?
 
     Displaying his celebrated smirk, the immaculately groomed shrub pranced in through the back door to a large room full of bought & paid for admirers.
     His entrance and sad performance suggested the failed concert of a faded DIVA.  His hired claque applauded on cue making several desperate
     attempts to imitate enthusiasm as the beady-eyed Bush minced his words and did his best to honor the Goddess Eulogia, -the Antique Muse of
     Skull & Bones Oratory.

     While the overall effect of Bush's Business was glumly hilarious in a Kafka-esque manner, the particulars of the performance were not amusing.
     Indeed, the sight of so many noses growing conservatively longer resembled some extreme, wide-angle shot of  Pick-Up Sticks!  Lies, competing with
     other lies, compounded by half-truths filled the air  -crisscrossing at every angle.  Cameras panned the audience alighting here and there upon familiar
     faces: Hillary Clinton gawking out from her reserved seat like Lady Bird Macbeth, Edward Kennedy drooping his sadly resigned jowls down from his
     gray hair onto his lap.  Lots of women in red dresses, a few sober looking soldiers, a collection of flags and seals scattered about to give the whole
     show that 'genuine' look so needed and desired by a pathological collection of crooks imitating concerned government figures.

     It was a partisan club of well-to-do folks listening to their favorite performer, eager to comment on his 'determined' look, his 'set jaw' and every other
     phrase they could conjure up to convince themselves and their captive viewing audience throughout TV LAND AMERICA that something mighty real
     was taking place.  It wasn't.

     The entire event can be succinctly summarized in Mister Bush's own words to the people of Iraq, - written for him by God knows whom, but spoken
     by him with that ringing tone of clarion ignorance that betrays his beast wherever it wonders:

     "Your enemy is not surrounding your Country; your enemy is ruling your Country".

     And with those words, my fellow Americans, you must be content.  They are words addressed to the citizens of America from the Pinocchio of
     Artificial Intelligence who has assumed the Office of the President, and has (once again) inadvertently let the cat out of the bag: