D. Michelle Gold

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Georgie, sweetie

I've always been a staunch supporter of your administration
If not for my contributions, your last run for office might have laid an egg

But I'm utterly disappointed with your performance
If we are going to win the terrorist war, have a war, not play games
Do what needs to be done, and be done with it

And the nerve of the liberal press
Making a stink about our torture of the enemy
Correct me if I'm wrong
But the enemy cuts off the heads of journalists and non-combatants
And then wave them with glee at the cameras of the world

Then we have our press moaning hysterically over a neck leash
Over a neck leash or a pair of panties tossed over a terrorist
And those panties were the tackiest pink panties I've ever seen
Pink panties are so outra. A nice turquoise thong would at least show some taste

If I were president, pink panties would be the least of their problems
Cut them off at the knees
If you don't do something drastic, they will grow and swallow us up
Act without pity
Without pity?
Without pity
Without exception

The seeds of the terror grow quicker than weeds
Let's have some action now

Love ya,
Kimberly