tell me, what does it do to one's soul to LIE from dawn til dusk?

[buycitgo]

just curious

and assuming,

ONE: that such a thing as a soul exists

TWO: if said soul DOES exist, that any of these sociopaths have one to begin with

what must it do to someone

we know Condi wears he lies quite obviously on her face, in her voice, and in her body language

she's too obvious

the others, though

what does it DO to them?

did it give Powell his Colin cancer? (I know....prostate)

did it give dumbo his boils?

Scotty his shortness of breath?

what other effects will become manifest as they continue to ramp up the lies, and corkscrew themselves into the planet, with ever-increasing spin?

[radwriter0555]

1. they SOLD their souls.

long ago.

to the gods of oil, money, power and greed.

[buycitgo]

2. what about the media?

did you know Isikoff was on CSPAN this morning?

how ironic, talking about Clinton not being able to mount a military response because of the POLITICAL climate surrounding him

one caller, luckily got through and said he was as responsible for that as much as anyone else in the media!

[DeepModem Mom]

3. What kind of person could sit on that 9/11 panel today...

considering the tragic event that led to the panel's formation, with 9/11 families in the front rows, and do nothing but Karl Rove's dirty work? What kind of parenting, what kind of flaw in one's humanity, what kind of complete lack of empathy, what kind of self-loathing, what kind of cowardice, what kind of arrogant greed could produce those soulless questioners we witnessed today?

And, from some early reports, what kind of empty and soulless minds could produce news coverage with these sad individuals, and the character assassins they protect, at the center of the story of today's 9/11 hearing?

[buycitgo]

4. thank you for that

Thompson, Lehman, may you ROT in Crawford, Texas, along with your Satan

[DulceDecorum]

7. I can answer that question with one word.

Republicans.

[galadrium]

5. Look what it did to Rush

The guy looks like he's aged 25 years in about 5... I guess thats what happens when you are addicted to drugs and full of hate.

[DulceDecorum]

6. Ari Fleischer

might well be able to answer that question.
I remember reading someone's post here on DU which said that you cannot spell LIAR without ARI.

[BootinUp]

8. This is the end of the story...

While walking down the street one day, George "Dubya" Bush is
shot by a disgruntled NRA member. His soul arrives in heaven and he is
met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it
seems there is a problem: We seldom see a Republican around these parts,
so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer." says Dubya.

"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man
Himself: He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in
Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."

"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in Heaven."

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter
escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to
Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf
course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect
72 degrees.

In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of it
his dad...and thousands of other Republicans who had helped him out
over the years... Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, Jerry Falwell.... The whole of

the "Right" was there...everyone laughing...happy.... casually but
expensively dressed.

They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good
times they had getting rich at expense of the "suckers and peasants".
They
play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. The
Devil himself comes up to Bush with a frosty drink, "Have a Margarita
and relax, Dubya!"

"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says Junior, dejectedly.

"This is Hell, son: you can drink and eat all you want and not
worry, and it just gets better from there!"

Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he
thinks is a really very friendly guy who tells funny jokes and pulls
hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother with
real
horns.

They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it,
it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Bush steps on
the
elevator and heads upward.

When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and St.
Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man
says, opening the gate.

So for 24 hours Bush is made to hang out with a bunch of
honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk
about things other than money, and treat each other decently. Not a
nasty prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country clubs and,
while
the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are
all poor, he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated
like
someone special!

Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish
hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive.

"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat Robertson never
prepared me for this!"

The day done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well, then, you've
spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to
live for eternity."

With the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background,
Dubya reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never
have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and
all --but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down,
down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he
is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic
industrial waste.. kind of like Houston. He is horrified to see
all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the

trash and putting it in black bags. They are groaning and moaning in
pain, faces and hands black with grime. The Devil comes over to Dubya
and puts an arm around his shoulder.

"I don't understand," stammers a shocked Dubya, "Yesterday I was
here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and
caviar... I drank booze. We screwed around and had a great time. Now there's
just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"

The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs, "Yesterday we
were campaigning; today you voted for us."

[DeepModem Mom]

9. Amen, brother Jim4Wes!

[BootinUp]

12. Not my writing

But so appropiate. I save it for threads like this. :hi:

[Minstrel Boy]

10. outstanding

:toast:

[buycitgo]

11. oops

[BabsSong]

13. Sweetheart it gives you control of the greatest accumulation of wealth

and power ever known on planet earth. It's like winning 20,000 powerballs. It's ruling not only a nation but the world. It's power like no ruler ever on this planet has ever, ever known. And you ask that question??????? It isn't giving them boils or cancer or questioning their immortal soul (these bastards are no more Christians than Osama and no more relgious than Falwell and Robertson). It is giving them a high that no drug ever invented will give. You see, it takes a certain kind of person--and it sure as hell isn't a Christian person. They would kill Mom to be where they are.

[Skittles]

14. if you have no conscience it doesn't do a damn thing

this administration includes a lot of people with no conscience whatsoever.

[dsc]

15. It is a different thing

but I can say when I lied all the time about my orientation it took a big toll. If that helps you it should be wearing on them pretty big. Their lie is a bit more important and worse.

[seabeyond]

16. the universe kicks 'em in the tush

kinda like what has been happening to bush, lol lol lol in such joy