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November 3rd, 2004. The United Churches, uh, States of America.
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| The Polls were roaring on the height, The Dems were moaning in the night. The map was red, it flaming spread; The states like torches blazed with light . . . | |
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| Welcome to our Theocracy! Please disengage your critical thinking apparatus! You don't need to see his qualifications! This is not the candidate you're looking for! | |
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| . . . The bells were ringing in the dale, And Dems looked up with faces pale; Bush’s ire, more fierce than fire, Laid low their hopes and dreams frail . . . | |
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. . . The nation smoked beneath the moon; The Dems, they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their halls to dying fall, beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
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| *Gasp* Laura! I dreamt a bigoted, belligerent, brain-dead profiteer was elected president! | |
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| Don't worry sweetie, you were! | |
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