Off To The Races
The race is on for President Bush. His signing of the presidential directives NSPD51 and HSPD20, give him full-dictatorial powers in the event of a loosely defined "catastrophic emergency." The directives define "catastrophic emergency" as "any incident, regardless of location, that results in extraordinary levels of mass casualties, damage, or disruption severely affecting the U.S. population, infrastructure, environment, economy, or government function.
It also states that "The President shall lead the activities of the Federal Government for ensuring constitutional government." In other words, the president gave himself the sole power and duty to interpret the constitution anyway he chooses, and neither Congress nor the public shall be allowed to debate or disagree on such matters. The race to fascism is on.
The race is also on for Hillary Clinton. Gore's entry into the primaries will most likely split the Obama vote, and pave the way for Hillary to win the nomination. As the sole presidential candidate to attend the recent Bilderberg meetings in Turkey, she is well set up to become Madame President. Once entrenched, she will no doubt follow the dictates of the Bilderberg group, and continue on down the path towards a New World Order. Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton. Does Jeb Bush come after Hillary's two terms? The mind reels.
I've had enough. I'm signing up for classes to learn to speak European, and then I'm out of here. Anybody with me? Oops, look at the new Euro ID card. Do you see what I see? Hmm, I seem to recall Bush reading a story about a goat while 9/11 unfolded. Am I just being paranoid? Too much coffee again? Nah, we really are ruled by a bunch of goat-fucking satanists who act like frat boys pulling off the prank of the millennium. How lucky for us. If you don't believe it, then get yourself a job as a waiter or prostitute at the annual Bohemian Grove meeting in Sonoma, California this August, and behold what takes place. You might want to have a 3-week vacation to fall back on after that, so you can reassemble your shattered sense of reality. Welcome to the real world.