Mánudagur 29. nóvember 2004

Tvær vikur í heimferð

Fyrst: Hjartanlega til hamingju með afmælið pabbi! 🙂 🙂

Númer tvö: Við förum heim eftir tæpar tvær vikur! 🙂 🙂

Númer þrjú: Sumir eru ekki ennþá búnir að jafna sig…

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.