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A Fable for Bush

I just read this mail:

Sorry, George, I'm In the Majority ...from Michael Moore 11/19/05

Dear Mr. Bush:

I would like to extend my hand and invite you to join us, the mainstream American majority. We, the people -- that's the majority of the people -- share these majority opinions:

1. Going to war was a mistake -- a big mistake. (link)

2. You and your administration misled us into this war. (link)

3. We want the war ended and our troops brought home. (link)

4. We don't trust you. (link)

Now, I know this is a bitter pill to swallow. Iraq was going to be your great legacy. Now, it's just your legacy. It didn't have to end up this way.

This week, when Republicans and conservative Democrats started jumping ship, you lashed out at them. You thought the most damning thing you could say to them was that they were "endorsing the policy positions of Michael Moore and the extreme liberal wing of the Democratic party." I mean, is that the best you can do to persuade them to stick with you -- compare them to me? You gotta come up with a better villain. For heaven's sakes, you had a hundred-plus million other Americans who think the same way I do -- and you could have picked on any one of them!

But hey, why not cut out the name-calling and the smearing and just do the obvious thing: Come join the majority! Be one of us, your fellow Americans! Is it really that hard? Is there really any other choice? George, take a walk on the wild side!

Your loyal representative from the majority,

Michael Moore

Then I think about... "DAMN!!, Bush is still doing crap?!?" When I read the news on the Internet i noticed a lot of stupid-dangerous-but-true real things like the new Vietnam or so. It's just painy... a stupid pain indeed. So, if someone need to skip stupid&dangerous (and even unuseful) things, just read a fable! here's one good for Bush'n'pals (in LatinAMERICAN spanish, jej)...
EL GATO Y LOS RATONES Habia una casa infestada de ratones. Súpolo un gato, se fue a ella y, uno tras otro, los iba devorando a todos. Los ratones, viendo que siempre los cazaba, desaparecían en sus agujeros, y no pudiendo el gato atraparlos en ellos, imaginó una trampa para que salieran. Trepó, en efecto, a un alto leño y, colgado en él, se hizo el muerto; pero una de las ratas asomó el hocico, le vio y le dijo: - ¡Oye, amiguito, aunque fueras un saco no me acercaría! ...fin
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