Yes, a turdblossom by any other name would smell--as sweet!
Sweeter yet than a smelly turdblossom still is the prospect of Karl Rove receiving his karmically-correct come-uppance at last.
But really, it would be just too good if Rove were the Plame leaker, and things are just never that good, or--are they?
It's good to dream, though . . . dreaming dreams of Karl in his awful treadmarked tighty-whities, duct-taped into a pretzel-shaped stress position . . . being fed two tropical fruits . . . neither of which is not JimmyJeff GannonGuckert . . . being blasted 24/7 with Celine Dion at top volume . . . & perhaps backwards . . . . until he is savaged savagely by the survivors of every surviving family member of 9/11 and the Dirty Bush War who wants to have his or her way with him . . . and is finally fed alive to the Ann Coulter . . . ah well. . . one can dream, can one not?
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