My belated birthday message for the resider.

[Justice Is Comin]

Bush you are a putz. Not only a putz, but an ignominious putz! To call you a sick fuck would be a compliment. How dare you reject intelligent design when you are the walking proof. You're at the minimum, the living-proof link between the ape and homo sapien; a useless blob of protoplasm that hatched. Look at your arms. You're a chimpanzee in a suit. A brain the size of a walnut filled with meringue.

You're a national--whoa shit---I mean international disgrace. Your picture sells dart boards. Sixty percent of Great Britain loathes you. Let me repeat that--Great Britain!!

The only good thing about you is that there will be a indelible textbook documented record to infinity of the most revulsing prick that ever invaded Washington. Our children need to know of you so they can recognize jag-offs not to vote for when what's left of this country thanks to you, is turned over to them.

I only wish you could be thrown in a eight by ten dank cell with rats at your feet. They would take to you because they would recognize family.

There's only one thing that could serve justice greater than that. That it were possible you could be judged by a jury of your peers...those who framed the constitution. You would be lucky to make it to a cell.

The very vision of it alone, makes me smile and I think I can go on for a couple more months now. Fighting!!!

Yes, yes I think I can.

[El Supremo]

1. A new name for * - Whoa Shit

I know you didn't mean this, but when I first read the sentence it looked funny to me. Whenever I hear of news coming from * I think:WHOA SHIT! That is a good name for him as well.