I sat in the lookout tower last night and watched the beautiful full Moon in its splendor, and said to it as I often do, "Wait up for us, lady, we'll be back."
As the early-morning Sun warms the lookout's little glassed-in space, I feel at least a hint of hope that this country may yet recover from its current miasma of corruption and despair and reach into space again: Alberto Gonzales, one of the more conspicuously plague-addled rats, has deserted the sinking shi*.
Call your Senators and your Representative, let them know that he'd damn well better not make good his escape.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "From your lips to Allah's ear."\\
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