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  • Nov 03 / 2008
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Your Weekly Politickle

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“Dr. Bob Explains Everything”

Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

There’ll be riots if that one’s rejected;
There’ll be riots if that one’s elected:
Either way, we are stuck
When his fans run amuck
And it’s better McCain is selected.


Why feel sorry for the slain
While you’re sucking out his brain,
Tearing off of him
Every little limb,
If he cannot feel real pain?

“Shall I never see the morn?
Hear a rattle, bell, or horn?
Or taste the air?
Or touch your hair?
Must I die before I’m born?”

Try as hard as you possibly can,
You’ll not find even one Kerry fan:
As election day looms,
All the babes in their wombs
Know instinctively Bush is their man!

“In confusion I resorted
To the ‘choice’ that was exhorted;
Now every day
I cry and pray
For the baby I aborted.”

We’re so eager to find a trace
Of the least little life in space,
But here on Earth
We bar the birth
Of lives we could embrace.

Don’t be fooled by the “pro-choice” ruse
That amoralists use to confuse,
For your choices could
Be bad or good
And it matters how you choose.

Five Justices’ wanton support
Preserves the grim “right” to abort:
To keep babies alive,
Replace one of those five
And establish a life-choosing Court.

“Oh, Mama, don’t let that thing get me!
Oh, Mama, you’ve not even met me!
Oh, Mama, please give
Me a lifetime to live!
Oh, Mama, you’d never regret me!”

Last week’s limerick:

“He’s compared to the Christ and to Gandhi,
He’s offered us all bags of candy,
But he got my vote when
The endorsements came in
From the Fonz, Richie, Opie, and Andy.”

  • Nov 02 / 2008
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God’s Grandeur

To take the fall foliage tour, all I have to do is look out my front door and admire the tree in my neighbor’s yard across the street. Lots of great vistas from my backyard, too.

God’s Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

–Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1918

  • Oct 31 / 2008
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John Smith on All the Issues

In today’s Politickle Video, Presidential candidate John Smith recaps his positions on all the issues.

This is the final installment of our 10-part series on “consensus candidate” John Smith, featuring highlights from the previous episodes. Be sure to share this special compilation video with all your friends and enemies. And stay tuned for our next program, “Dr. Bob Explains Everything,” premiering soon!

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