Mister President

Saw AirForce One flying overhead downtown the other day. I thought it was some kind of airshow with four planes flying in tow but some perceptive soul snapped me out of my expectations of seeing them do flips and dives.

For the rest of the day we switched off high fiving (for no apparent reason) and singing Mr. President.

It's popular nowadays to bash Bush, and for the reason that I think he's a puppet, I won't. But dang it, this post is a good opportunity to declare my undying revulsion for everything mainstream.

Mr. President please can I ask you just once
Why do you kill them for fun?
You grin at me and pull the trigger in my direction
While I plead, please give us our sons

Thou shalt not kill but I can still hear the sounds
Of Jezebel laughing in the background
You lived by the sword, now you’ll die by the sword
When God says make love not war
You spilled blood on the floor
-- Fool Moon