From St. Roxy

The 23rd Sigh


Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me all the days of thy term,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.

AMEN and pass the Ammunition

Hello all of my beloved followers. Your God has the sniffles, I know it makes little since that the Supreme Deity could become ill. Ask, his most beloved wife St. Roxy about it. I know I have not sent my holy word to you in a long time and you are I am sure saddened. But, have faith you are loved and cared for (as long as the prayer tax check clears). It is my dubious duty to inform you that married life is great and oooooooohhhhhhhhhh so fun. I do enjoy all the benefits of the job/situation/condition/illness/frailty/etc. I hope you all have a GREAT holiday and don't forget the reason for the season, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!