The Lie Clocks

A friend sent this along:
A man died and went to heaven.
As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?" St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?" "That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicatingthat she never told a lie." "Incredible," said the man.
"And whose clock is that one?" St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's President Bush's clock?" asked the man. Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan.

Impeach Bush Coalition

From the Fox Anchor:

And so, Iraq got a new constitution . . .
As Saddam goes on trial, the new "Auntie" Jane volunteers to lead cheers for the prosecution:
Back in the USA, some of the elderly sample the new Medicare Drug Benefit:

Meanwhile, Bush catches up on the latest geopolitcal facts:

If Freud designed movie posters:

Flying Spaghetti Monster - You Will Believe AND Get Hefty Enough To Tip The Scales In Your Favor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parody_religion

WHEN BUSH IS DONE CLEARING ALL THOSE ????:

A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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