PROOF that Bob Dylan is PROPHETIC. Bush + Osama + 5 years = ???

[Human Torch]

Exhibit A: Osama bin Laden "mastermind" of the 9/11 attacks (unless you believe the tinfoil hat theories and believe the attacks were orchestrated in Crawford, TX):



:tinfoilhat:

Exhibit B: George W. Bush, LEAPING into action on September 11th. The moment captured in this photo would come to represent the effort spent in the next five years to bring back Osama "dead or alive" (that is to say he did "jack shit" to capture him, venturing off to take down Saddam so he could be better than his daddy):



Exhibit C: Bob Dylan's song "Love Minus Zero / No Limit," from the "Bringing It All Back Home" CD (1965...41 years ago...



In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

Exhibit D:



Raw Story posted the following TODAY: Post: Counterterrorism official says Osama bin Laden trail 'stone cold'

Exhibit E: September 11, 2006. Junior plans to go on national TV during the fictional sodomy-fest "Path To 9/11" and trumpet how we have "learned the lessons of 9/11 and are winning the war on terra," and how he'll continue to protect us. He wants 20 minutes to tell the nation how his FAILURES were actually SUCCESSES! This man couldn't protect his own balls with a guard dog and a pair of steel-plated boxer shorts. He has a struggle eating fucking CUSTARD. Small CHILDREN can eat custard EFFORTLESSLY. What's that tell you?

Ladies and gentlemen of DU, I respectfully rest my effin' case.

:evilgrin:

:patriot:

[Zenlitened]

1. The Prophet Bob also described the Bush-Cheney-Chickenhawk admiin...

... with total clarity, in a song written 43 years ago:

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead



Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

[Nite Owl]

2. He's particularly

disgusting when he eats. Remember the talking with his mouth open when he was in Germany (after molesstimg the Angela Merkel). Yuk what a creepy person, I can't look at him.

[jean]

3. rude, messing eating - maybe that's why polls are showing Southern

women are leaving his base.

Southern Women breaking up with Bush
http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/09/07/southern.women.ap/index.html?section=cnn_allpolitics

[Human Torch]

4. Yep...chewing on that roll, looking at Blair out of the corner of his eye.

I'm amazed at how much is excused in the name of Junior being a "regular guy that you'd like to have a beer with." It's painfully obvious that the money Poppy spent on that prep school was wasted.