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15 April 2006

Write Your Own Caption - #476

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Whoa! We're listing to the right again!

“Those generals are watching way too much of that Apprentice show. What they’ve got is a case of ‘Trumpitis.’”

Nothing can stop me now that I have the meddling Dynamic Duo safely suspended over the Vat of Flaming Korans in my secret Guantanamo warehouse! Gotham City will greet me as a liberator! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!

"I'm doing a great job, Rummy."

What did I tell you about skewing left? Even you photographers are doing it.

When the AP runs this, the American people will think this shot was taken from inside the Riddler's hideout.

"One night back in '71, Dick Cheney and I were so faded on Jack Daniels that we threw spitballs at Spiro Agnew's head. Dick Nixon almost had a stroke he was laughing so hard!

...Sorry, what was your question?"

Rumsfeld perfects his newest fighting technique, Drunken Press Conference, in which he disrupts his opponent's sense of balance before delivering a swift final chop.

Holy Batshit Batman, I knew he was behind all of this!

"Hey, if I need a four-star general's opinion, I'll give him one."

'...and furthermore, if a packed baseball stadium of boo-birds won't cost Dick Cheney his job, who cares what a bunch of incompetent, slack-ass Generals say about me?'

"I can tell you with complete honesty that the Pentagon is 100% behind me."

You see, we have knowns and unknown knowns, but what is known is I am bugshit crazy.

No, there's nothing wrong. Our Titanic War is proceeding on course and on schedule...

Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

I'm gonna need you guys to shuffle these deck chairs a bit...

There are the generals you know, the generals you don't know and the generals you don't know you don't know.

Now, where was I?

Freedom is untidy.

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