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23 de Febrero, 2007
A Scabby, Rotted, Pale, Flaccid Dick
Categorized under Arte , El Malestar Pálido , Política Estados Unidos , When the Right is SO wrong | Tags: Cheney, fotoshop
DICK CHENEY is of the Olde American School. The type that proudly justifies (or justifies at all) the massacres at Horseshoe Bend, Wounded Knee, and Sand Creek. The type that stole half of Mexico's land, lied about why, and then ignored provisions of the bullshit treaty signed afterward. The type that invades a nation, shocks and awes half a million into a tangle of blood-clotted smoke, claims it was for ten different reasons, and then jokes about the first one on TV to it's "base." That is, the type who thinks absolutely nothing of wielding any lie or line of propaganda as long as it furthers American Might, exceptionalism, territory, power, or fuel.
Richard "Dick" Cheney's soul is utterly lost to the notions of greed, power, nationalism, and propaganda. Whether or not this demon in a human form (for he has divested himself of all humanity; shed it like a rotten husk and all that remains is Greed, Deception, Powerlust, and Ego) knows he has forsaken his own essence for material gain at the cost of the world's health and the human race's health is—pardon the pun—immaterial. All that is important is that you see him and you recoil; that you hear him and you translate his words into a meaningless mash of grunt, or perhaps the sluddy popping burble of warm sewage oozing into a gangrenous wound. If we all got what we deserved, then his face would be breaking out in fissures and boils and he would radiate a stink so foul that even his wife would forsake him. If our souls dictated our appearance in every fashion, his true form would prevent him from ever holding office. And if justice were to prevail, he would not be alive today. But Dick Cheney exemplifies, if nothing else, the adage that only the good die young.
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Comentarios (12)
Ill Do Chay dijo:
Nice likeness. I do disagree with part of your description of Dick Tater. I don't think he gives a rat's ass what happens to Murka, as long as the Folks Who Matter come out on top (as they always will). The depths of his depravity know no bounds. I think he and his ilk believe lying is A-OK, since we are below them - of course, you PoCs are a little below the rest of us. What Kanye said applies to Dick Tater, too.
Palabras por Ill Do Chay spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 10:47 AM
Rafael dijo:
Reminds me of a poem, you might have heard of it....
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Yeats, The Second Coming
Palabras por Rafael spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 12:35 PM
Sylvia dijo:
Yup, yup. I think it's safe to say we'll trust you with all historical accounts on this poisonous, festering fungus of humanity. I've spotted no inaccuracies.
I think Cheney represents every problem with white supremacist capitalist patriarchy through his existence. I'm glad you gave his body more room to accommodate the bile.
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 12:47 PM
Man Eegee dijo:
Great, now I'll never be able to sleep in peace again. (awesome foto skillz, nez)
Palabras por Man Eegee spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 01:31 PM
RickB dijo:
Sometimes I think the Nazis lost the war, but won the peace.
Palabras por RickB spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 03:06 PM
Sylvia dijo:
Oh god, here's another propaganda push by the shit-pusher.
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 04:53 PM
Cero dijo:
It is indeed his true form.
Palabras por Cero spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 05:07 PM
herm dijo:
ugh. he's so gross and creepy. that nails it perfectly.
Palabras por herm spat forth on el 23 de Febrero, 2007 at 05:26 PM
L.G. Fucktard dijo:
Look what the cat got dragged into. Couldn't you have used a rat or something? And those poor toads - what did they do to deserve such treatment? Worst of all, I'm thinking of becoming a skinny bald eunuch.
And why does this remind me of Pan's Labyrinth? It's like Cheney made friends in all the quests, and was tranformed into the anti-Ofelia.
Palabras por L.G. Fucktard spat forth on el 24 de Febrero, 2007 at 12:51 AM
Dr. Know dijo:
Hilarious vituperative missive. I love it, and suspected as much all along.
Palabras por Dr. Know spat forth on el 24 de Febrero, 2007 at 04:37 AM
L.G. Fucktard dijo:
Palabras por L.G. Fucktard spat forth on el 25 de Febrero, 2007 at 03:29 PM
michael dijo:
What a creep Cheney is and you pegged him for what he is.
Palabras por michael spat forth on el 22 de Septiembre, 2007 at 08:12 PM