Lawmaker Wants Conn. Road Named for Bush

[kskiska]

NEW HAVEN, Conn. - A highway sign used to welcome people to New Haven, birthplace of President George W. Bush. But it was vandalized so much, it was finally taken down for good.

Now a lawmaker wants to rename a stretch of highway through the heart of the left-leaning city the President George W. Bush Highway - surprising Democrats and probably even a few Republicans.

After all, Bush doesn't often claim New Haven as his own. Although he's a graduate of Yale University, he prefers the Texas leather cowboy look to Yale's tweed and corduroy.

(snip)

"I don't think of it as Bush's hometown. I like the idea that he's from Crawford, Texas," said Susan Voigt, chairwoman of the city's Democratic party. "Here in New Haven, people spoke very loudly in November."

They speak in other ways, too. The city green is the site of regular war protests, and the anti-Bush contingent won the battle over the welcome sign on the highway.

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[eleonora]

1. I think this was more of an affront than anything else

as in "look, right in your face, lefties."

:puke:

[mitchum]

2. I'm assuming it only has right turns

[Sannum]

3. The George W. Bush.

Muddy Ditch.

Even that is too good for him. Maybe they can name a sewage line after him.

[AuntiBush]

16. Guess they don't call him

Bushite for nuttin, honey!

[Judi Lynn]

27. Good idea! Maybe a nuclear waste dump, also.

[LiberalFighter]

36. Just name it "George DumAss Bush Crook" .... whoops meant Creek

[DELUSIONAL]

4. Oh yeck -- here it comes -- Saint bushie

The worst Prez in the history of the US --and his cult members are trying to name things for da bastard already.

[Hotdiggitydog]

5. What? Connecticut?

You mean he isn't a real rugged Texas cowboy? /sarcasm.

[KC21304]

6. If Bush needs a stretch of Yankee pavement named

after him, may I suggest the piece in Maine where he was driving erratically and was arrested for drunken driving.

[AuntiBush]

15. Oh, I don't know...

I think I could get use to walking on a payment named after the "Oaf" of Office. LOLOL Maine, naw... you're kidding - another DU!

Jeez, where hasn't he drank? Like Washington, you know... he slept everywhere and Oaf drank everywhere.

[Eric J in MN]

7. There should be a ban on naming public streets and

buildings against anyone who currently holds a public office.

Too much like the glorification of Saddam Hussein in Iraq.

[bobthedrummer]

8. That would be the road to Hell.

[Kolesar]

30. "Highway to Hell"

[DS1]

9. Eh. Look on the bright side. It's where all the jack-booted CT Staties

will naturally gravitate towards, so I can handily avoid their loving attention that much easier.

[jody]

10. A dead-end street would be most appropriate. n/t

[CO Liberal]

26. Preferrably One That Leads to a Sewer Plant or a Landfill

:-)

Hi, Jody!! :hi:

[AlCzervik]

11. Geez, nothing else going on in Ct these days?

no pressing problems that need to be dealt with? It's nice that at least one state in in such good shape it the lawmakers have lots of time for asshol pet projects.

[Lisa]

12. pick a dangerous, slippery street!

Actually -- Bush hates being reminded he was born in New Haven. He even withholds that info in his Who's Who entry. He glared at the Connecticut gov who had introduced him at an event as "from my state" -- if looks were knives, the guy would have been carried out in a basket!

[celestia671]

13. Let me just express my opinon this way...

:puke:

[booksenkatz]

14. From Crawford? Hell, he never heard of Crawford himself until 1999!

Wasn't that the year KKKarl bought the pig farm and hurriedly started building the scenery and stagecraft so that the grinning kill-happy fraud would have a manure-filled backdrop for his presidential run?

(Pssst, he's not from New Haven, either, he's from HELL. When Bar's loins part, you can see it: the gateway to Hell.)
:scared:

[DemoTex]

29. Hummm.. Bar's loins. Scary, scary topic.

What does the gynecologist see and hear when the speculum is inserted? Seen is that gateway to hell, as Patsified said. Heard is the racist poem by Vachel Lindsey (The Congo), emanating from the womb of the beast.

The Congo (A Study of the Negro Race)

I. Their Basic Savagery

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,

Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song

And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong.
And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors,
"BLOOD" screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors,
"Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,"

A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,

Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
BOOM, kill the Arabs,
BOOM, kill the white men,
HOO, HOO, HOO.

Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy proclamation,
Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,
Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay,
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play: --
"Be careful what you do,
Light accents very light. Last line whispered.]
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you."


II. Their Irrepressible High Spirits


Wild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call
Danced the juba in their gambling-hall
And laughed fit to kill, and shook the town,
And guyed the policemen and laughed them down
With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Keep as light-footed as possible.]
A negro fairyland swung into view,
A minstrel river
Where dreams come true.
The ebony palace soared on high
Through the blossoming trees to the evening sky.
The inlaid porches and casements shone
With gold and ivory and elephant-bone.
And the black crowd laughed till their sides were sore
At the baboon butler in the agate door,
And the well-known tunes of the parrot band
That trilled on the bushes of that magic land.


A troupe of skull-faced witch-men came
Through the agate doorway in suits of flame,
Yea, long-tailed coats with a gold-leaf crust
And hats that were covered with diamond-dust.
And the crowd in the court gave a whoop and a call
And danced the juba from wall to wall.

But the witch-men suddenly stilled the throng
With a stern cold glare, and a stern old song: --
"Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you." . . .

Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes,
Came the cake-walk princes in their long red coats,
Canes with a brilliant lacquer shine,
And tall silk hats that were red as wine.

And they pranced with their butterfly partners there,
Coal-black maidens with pearls in their hair,
Knee-skirts trimmed with the jassamine sweet,
And bells on their ankles and little black feet.
And the couples railed at the chant and the frown
Of the witch-men lean, and laughed them down.
(O rare was the revel, and well worth while
That made those glowering witch-men smile.)

The cake-walk royalty then began
To walk for a cake that was tall as a man
To the tune of "Boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,"
and as rapidly as possible toward the end.]
While the witch-men laughed, with a sinister air,
And sang with the scalawags prancing there: --
"Walk with care, walk with care,
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.
Beware, beware, walk with care,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay,
BOOM."

Oh rare was the revel, and well worth while
That made those glowering witch-men smile.


III. The Hope of their Religion

of camp-meeting racket, and trance.]
A good old negro in the slums of the town
Preached at a sister for her velvet gown.
Howled at a brother for his low-down ways,
His prowling, guzzling, sneak-thief days.
Beat on the Bible till he wore it out
Starting the jubilee revival shout.
And some had visions, as they stood on chairs,
And sang of Jacob, and the golden stairs,
And they all repented, a thousand strong
From their stupor and savagery and sin and wrong
And slammed with their hymn books till they shook the room
With "glory, glory, glory,"
And "Boom, boom, BOOM."
Begin with terror and power, end with joy.]
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK
CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
And the gray sky opened like a new-rent veil
And showed the apostles with their coats of mail.
In bright white steele they were seated round
And their fire-eyes watched where the Congo wound.
And the twelve Apostles, from their thrones on high
Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly cry: --
harps and voices".]
"Mumbo-Jumbo will die in the jungle;
Never again will he hoo-doo you,
Never again will he hoo-doo you."


Then along that river, a thousand miles
The vine-snared trees fell down in files.
Pioneer angels cleared the way
For a Congo paradise, for babes at play,
For sacred capitals, for temples clean.
Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean.

There, where the wild ghost-gods had wailed
A million boats of the angels sailed
With oars of silver, and prows of blue
And silken pennants that the sun shone through.
'Twas a land transfigured, 'twas a new creation.
Oh, a singing wind swept the negro nation
And on through the backwoods clearing flew: --

"Mumbo-Jumbo is dead in the jungle.
Never again will he hoo-doo you.
Never again will he hoo-doo you."

Redeemed were the forests, the beasts and the men,
And only the vulture dared again
By the far, lone mountains of the moon
To cry, in the silence, the Congo tune: --

"Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.
Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you."

From Barb's nasty, racist womb to our ears.

[bluestateguy]

17. When they name an aircraft carrier after Bill Clinton I'll support this

If they want to piss off the liberals in New Haven they we should piss off the manly military types too.

[jmowreader]

18. So long as they pick the right road, I have no objection

Come on, folks. You know there is a road out there just hankerin' to have Our Great President's name plastered all over it.

At one end is the garbage dump.

At the other end is the sewage plant.

Somewhere in between are the dog pound and the stockyards.

[terip64]

19. My birthplace is New Haven

and now I live in Michigan, almost in the red part of the state. I have never missed New Haven more than since this election. It has its problems, believe me, but it also has the best damn pizza in the world! Screw him, it'll never happen!

[anitar1]

20. Chimpster Road n/t

[burn the bush]

21. why? is it a dead end with no exit strategy?

[pinniped]

22. Barf...what a phony.

-- he prefers the Texas leather cowboy look to Yale's tweed and corduroy.--

The POS probably smells like steer manure so that's not phony.

[Justice]

23. name a traffic jam after him (Shrub), not a highway -- said

Mayor John DeStefano" Too funny!

loved that line.

[ruggerson]

24. Oh yeah

Rename a highway in a region that has been DEMONIZED by the Bush family for the last seven election cycles.

I have a better idea:

Let's rename it the Northeast Liberal Elite Highway.

[Redstone]

25. Not in MY state, they won't...

I live in Connecticut, and if they do that, I'll volunteer to take the signs down myself.

As many times as it takes to get them to stop replacing them.

Redstone

[paineinthearse]

28. Maybe an RV sewerage pump-out station...but not a highway.

[primavera]

31. Yeah, well, I'd like to rename Washington National Airport

... the name of which was illegally changed by Congressional Repukes to Raygun <shudder> National Airport over the strenuous objections expressed by 90% of each of the communities serviced by it. I was thinking Michael Moore National Airport had a nice ring to it, what do you think? Finding signatures for a petition would be a piece of cake, pity we don't live in a democracy where petitions might mean something.

[KamaAina]

32. In the historic Grove Street Cemetery, the paths bear street names

The solution is simple: Bury New Haven's Iraq war dead (and I just saw a New Havener's name on the list the other night! :( ) on a new path and call it "George W. Bush Boulevard".

[CBHagman]

33. He bent over backwards to sneer at the blue states.

Anyone who's heard a Bush stump speech know that he really laid on the Texas boy who hates liberals and New Englanders shtick with a trowel. It's just plain stupid to name anything in Connecticut after him, even a privy.

[BamaLefty]

35. New Haven Not Very Friendly To *

2004- New Haven

Kerry 54.3% 199,060
Bush 43.8% 160,390

2000- New Haven

Gore 58.0% 197,928
Bush 36.0% 122,919
Nader 4.6% 15,567

[Demeter]

34. I Wouldn't Name A LANDFILL After Bush

maybe a Superfund site, though, That might be appropriate.

[leesa]

37. They are going to name it 'War Criminal Way"??

Don't be naming things for people that have yet to be prosecuted.

[mcscajun]

38. Well, 50% of any of the roads in Connecticut seem to be "legally closed"

at any given time, so I guess that's a good a place for his name as any.

:P

[jdots]

39. Lets name a brain desease after chimpy

maybe a Karl Rove desease

[98geoduck]

40. How about a treatment? Chimpaholics Anonymous

[Hissyspit]

41. I've already named my colon after him

...it's a highway of sorts.

[VegasWolf]

42. Can't they just name an interstate rest area after him? n/t