Bushie`s Ghost
My colour changed though, when, without a pause, it came on through the heavy door, and passed into the room before my eyes. Upon its coming in, the dying flame leaped up, as though it cried, "I know him; Bushie's Ghost!" and fell again. The same face: the very same. Bushie with his close-set eyes, usual Repug suit, usual license-plate-sized flag pin, and the hair upon his head. The chain he drew was clasped about his middle. It was long, and wound about him like a tail; and it was made (for I observed it closely) of ammo-boxes,rifles, unexploded IEDs, hand grenades, padlocks, desert-camoflage helmets, and too-thin armor wrought in steel. His body was transparent, as it had been in life, so that looking through it, one could see the lack of a spine behind.
I had often heard it said that Bushie had no guts, but he had never believed it until now. "How now!" said I. "What do you want with me?"
"Much!" -- Bushie's fake drawl, no doubt about it.
"Who are you?"
"Ask me who I was."
"Who were you then?" said I, raising my voice. "You're particular, for a shade."I was going to say "to a shade," but substituted this, as more appropriate.
"In life I was your president, George W. Bush."
hat tip for inspiration: Fred
Me? =)
Posted by: Fred | October 30, 2005 at 07:55 AM
Oh how appropriate! Ha!
Posted by: HelenWheels | October 30, 2005 at 08:12 AM
ahhh, simply priceless...Halloween and Christmas all rolled into one godsmacked moment....please,please can-we-have-some-more-sir...( in a very bad Oliver accent...)...
Posted by: enigma | October 30, 2005 at 12:14 PM
me likey
Posted by: jen | October 30, 2005 at 01:35 PM
You think the idiot will take off his mask once Halloween is over? I don't.
Posted by: GRUMPY OLD MAN | October 30, 2005 at 01:58 PM
What mask ?..that is him...all him...in the "flesh"...
Posted by: enigma | October 30, 2005 at 03:38 PM