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Thanksgiving Prayer

On this Thanksgiving day, 2008, my prayer is "Dear God, save us from adolescent aliens playing dress-up"   It's bad enough that we're saddled with what will surely be the most disastrous change of leadership since Bob Wade replaced Lefty Driesell, but consider. In just the past week, the Obamanation media boneheads, who shoved this empty suit down our throats in the first place,  hysterically begged President Bush to resign, so Obama could get to saving us; and  another, even more agitated canker blossom, demanded that Speaker Pelosi impeach President Bush, so The Him could get on with making the wine. They really believe their own crap.  But our enemies do not live in dreamworlds. Putin, China, and the Islamic world recognize an inexperienced poseur when they see one.  Just as Khrushchev took the measure of Jack Kennedy, and tested him to the brink of oblivion, a whole mess of bad guys are lining up for Obama.  The ongoing Mumbai massacre, where Islamo Mofos are targeting Americans and Brits, is a sign of things to come as I see it.  Pent up frustration, after nearly eight years of getting their asses kicked by the Bush anti-terrorist initiatives, will give way to explosions of get-evenism.  Obama can play dress-up all he wants,  but as anyone who's payed attention knows, the guy is all air. Anyway, as I read the script, his real usefulness will be as a martyred president, ala JFK.  There's your Camelot.  Most likely at the hands of some right-wing fanatic, like Chuck Hagel.  But screw it, we have each other, and I've built a bomb shelter beneath the Barn (3000 yards deep,  1,800,000 square feet, 280 luxury suites, 97 Laurel and Hardy films, 10,000 cases of Spam, and an indoor golf course.  We do have reason to be thankful - us!  Yes, we are the people we've beep hoping for. USA! UAS! USA! PS - I'm in charge of propagating the race, just so you know.  Praise the Lord, and pass the sweet potatoes.