Sometimes I want to scream. I want to scream so loud that it reaches Mt Rushmore. So deep that it reverberates between the ears of George Washington, Teddy Roosevelt, Thomas Jefferson, and Abe Lincoln. So sharp that it cuts through the faces in the mountain.

Our forefathers... a pile of rubble.

George and the three republicans.

Think Abe knew what he was starting?

06 November, 2002 - 21:54

behind - ahead