The Temple of George W. Bush
A place for the veneration of images of our Dear Leader.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
The Final Year
Your unworthy Prophet was blessed to be in the audience at our Dear Leader's address. I'm the one in the back wearing the mitre and swinging an incense censor. I was originally scheduled to procede our Dear Leader down the aisle, but during dress rehersal he complained that the aroma of the smouldering oxdung incense was so overpowering he could not taste his drink.
But even now, as the world is on bent and bruised knee before Dear Leader, I have grave tidings of woe... for you see, dearest Bretheren, the End Times are upon us!
Yes, though it is as bitter as unrefined Panhandle crude, the nuggets of prophesy revealed by my gimlet eye have convinced me that our Dear Leader shall be taken away from us -- at the very stroke of noon on the day one year hence!
Anyone who has a little learning knows the relevant verse of Nostradamus:
And consider this largely forgotten Delphic prophesy:
Perhaps most troubling of all is this sacred writ:
posted by grytpype at 10:18 PM
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