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May 26, 2009

Reality Based Haiku

Moved up b/c I started this post days ago but just got around to finishing it.

Sometimes, the comedy really does write itself:

The moderate wing of the Republican Party is distinguished by the fact that it does not exist, and yet it is still shrinking.

Wingnuts. There. Then... not.
Who defines 'reality'?
We want it both ways.

Bemoaning the loss
Of that which does not exist:
Fear mongering.

Have at it, peoples.

CWCID: Linda

Posted by Cassandra at May 26, 2009 06:37 PM

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Comments

Double moron.

Moderation sucks
The wind from the gale offshore
And the lee, quiet.

Posted by: spd rdr at May 27, 2009 12:54 PM

Four things to forget
That person, that game, that day,
And that nameless thing

Posted by: spdr rdr at May 27, 2009 01:00 PM

Bitter clingy white

Moderate no maybe not

Exists in many

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Bitter clingy white
You pickup the check today
tomorrow too chump


Posted by: The Tau of Lepton at May 27, 2009 01:23 PM

Heh.

I love you guys :)

Posted by: Cassandra at May 27, 2009 01:34 PM

Blind blinking nabob
Memeless tripe his stock and trade
Yet smoke is new gold

Posted by: spd rdr, emeritus at May 27, 2009 02:03 PM

After W
Feeling meaningless: verklempt.
Who will we blame now?

Posted by: Cassandra at May 27, 2009 05:41 PM

Lipstick on a pig
Lipmarks on Islamic arse
Who are we again?

Posted by: DL Sly at May 27, 2009 06:23 PM

Far be it from me
To question why sh** draws flies
And so little else

Posted by: spd rdr at May 27, 2009 07:33 PM

Fearless leader smiles
Stabbing sensation in shorts
Substance is vapor

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SCOTUS appointee picked

Care with verbiage Eugene
As we knew, racist

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Darth Cheney, my man
White House gravitas has gone
Yea gone not forgot

Posted by: The Tau of Lepton at May 27, 2009 08:02 PM

Wisteria blooms.
A voice long fallow now asks:
What will we harvest?

Words hide and reveal
Darting from thicket to branch.
What does Simon say?

A short article.
A quick laugh then longer thought.
Better not bitter?

Posted by: Elise at May 28, 2009 08:01 AM

A blank mind absorbs
All winds that blow against it
Returning nothing


Posted by: Bad Day Haiku at May 29, 2009 12:34 PM

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