The Decider

The

Decider-in-Chief

made

another

hard

decision,

rebebilitatin

a debilitating

Gaddafi.

The

Agog

Decider

sleekly

peeked

into the

bleak

soul

of the

master

Bedouin.

The

Pious

Decider

peered

pretty

deeply,

so its

hard to tell

what his

arcane

rebelations

revealed.

Some say

The

Jaundiced

Decider,

saw the

desert

bleeding

deliciously

malicious

sweet crude

onto the

scabby

tongues

of

Halliburton

Executives

while

Big Time

Vice

Dickey Boy

******

a petrol

nozzle

dry,

licking

the dripped

drops

that

drizzled

from the

shoot

hole,

so as

not to waste

a precious drop

to satiate

the black

viscous

goo

coursing

through

the ebony

veins of his

chingling

heart.

Others

say

The

Condoning

Decider

sized up

the man

and saw

a brother-in-arms

in the fight

against

The Evil Doers;

yet failed to

see the

revolting

obscenities

his new

comrade-in-arms

inflicted

upon his

own body

politic.

The

Forgetful

Decider,

blessed

with amnesia

forgot

Lockerbie and

applauded

BP's royal

court of

justice

for

pardoning

all perps.

The

Oblivious

Decider's

near

sightedness

failed to

foresee

a brewing

blow-back

amassing

in the

desert

winging

its way

home

on the

blasting

sands of

a blistering

Saharan

sirocco.

The

Pollyannish

Decider

envisioned

grand

spectacles,

only happy

visions of

Beyonce,

JZ, Usher

and the

Def Jam

Buddha

Russell

Simmons

yodeling

filthy

lucre

tunes,

sending

giggling

tweets

while

partying

down

with

Muammar's

posse

of martinets

and

way cool

far out

crazy

execs

drunk

with the

power

that blinds

the eye to

all discernment.

The Decider

decides.

Music Selection:

Lady Ga Ga

Beyonce,

Telephone

Oakland

3/3/11

jbm

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