John O'Neil can finally give a big sigh of relief!

[Tim4319]

Now that the "Swift Boat Idiots for Truth" were able to help John O'Neil get his revenge, he can now close that chapter in is life. I hope he gets everything he deserves!

[Fridays Child]

1. I hope he does, too. Terminal bleeding hemorrhoids, for example.

[budkin]

2. Karma is a bitch!!! n/t

[BJ]

3. No, not a sigh of relief. A big, fat envelop full of $100 bills.

May he be run over by a cement truck.

[Zookeeper]

4. He will be left with emptiness....

this has consumed his life for decades. Bitterness doesn't just disappear.

[wicket]

5. he'll probabky get a Bush cabinent spot out of it

:mad:

[lizzie]

6. I have some thanks for the Swift Boat Gang!

I'm relatively new here. I wrote something out of sheer anger after seeing John O'Neill a few weeks ago. It's not like the things I usually write. I would like to share it because I don't know how else to express myself today and I think these idiots are part of this loss. It's a little long, like prose. I'm not a great writer but should I post it here? Would anyone care?

[lumpy]

7. His yellowed liver

will do him in.

[Mr_Spock]

8. Poor guy is gonna end up in the gutter

I might even raise an eyebrow

[LisaLynne]

9. You know ...

those guys helped all this (and all the horrors that are going to happen) to come into being and they're just going to get to fade off into oblivion. Maybe we shouldn't let that happen.

[lizzie]

10. Okay, I'm gonna share this, a bit nervous...

but I want to vent this I'm so filled with fury at these guys! Please be gentle if you hate it, it's a tad odd but just sort of wrote itself, including the odd title! A bit long too and gets nastier as it goes. Hope it helps someone else vent!

And Then Some
(Ode to the Swift Boat Gang)

Sour men, scowling angry men,
With fingers pointed, and then some.

Once scared sweet boys sent far away,
For reasons unknown nor good enough.
So many died, but they returned,
Grew older into sour men,
Just bitter men, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Live only now to embrace contempt.
Consuming their precious second chance,
Renouncing their silent pleas back then,
To better serve some higher force,
Should they survive, not the next sweet boy,
To live to see another day, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Have forgotten the lessons learned long ago,
Filled with spite...for whatever slight,
Real or imagined, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Railing against a chosen foe,
For reasons rumored into myth,
For festered envy over time,
Against the interests of themselves,
Of all their fellow citizens, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Self-indulgent in their whining ways,
Unseemly in their claim of courage,
So mired in their fabled past,
Remiss in the mire of today, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Lost in a dark and angry mission,
To soothe their selfish withered souls,
Condemn more sweet boys to a far off place,
For reasons unknown nor good enough,
To repeat yet another wrong, and then some.

Sour men, scowling angry men,
Elated in their vengeful fury,
Will open their eyes too late to see,
The reality of their foolish needs,
And will wash their hands to no avail,
Of sweet boys blood, and then some.