tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31258552.post-47436809936136166862008-01-04T08:22:00.000-08:002008-01-04T08:04:11.676-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MXEWHRcUfC4/R30L46lY7MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3PGJ56V-BKA/s1600-h/t_spook30.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 540px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MXEWHRcUfC4/R30L46lY7MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3PGJ56V-BKA/s400/t_spook30.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151286621208374466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>“It was right about the time that I said, 'Thank you, sir, may I have another!' that I saw the light. I knew then that I could fool some of the people all the time. I've never looked back.”<br /><br />A fellow Bonesman and Yale rugby teammate who refused to be identified remarked, “You never could hurt George by hitting him in the head. He got his ideas from bottom-up thinking.”<br /><br />Witness one George Bush. A little man with big plans and a bigger ego. A small man with big plans for an increasingly small world. A new world order and a free world under his benevolent dictatorship— and where else but in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight Zone?</span>shishkabobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379768990719555357noreply@blogger.com