A new bedtime story for progressive kids...

It now seems the gloves are off concerning AG Alberto Gonzales. Now the GOP is starting to join in with the displeasure of being lied to.
What?!? The AG lied??? You can’t be serious?

Well kids, it’s time for another chapter from the book of GOP - Grand Ol’ Perjurers.

Tonight’s chapter is brought to you by Alberto V05, not just a hair care product anymore… now it will also be the prisoner number for our current AG. Now back to the story.

Once upon a time, there was a king. He ruled the land with contempt and foolishness. The king relied on his faithful advisors and servants to uphold his mighty grip on the villagers. After many years of watching the king squander the wealth and good name of the kingdom, his advisors became discontent with his majesty. Still other advisors and servants took it upon themselves to behave as the king and began to cheat and steal from the villagers. Upon learning this, the king was afraid. “If the people know of this vile activity, they will blame me” said the king.
That night the court jester, Rovian, suggested to the king that he had the answer to all their problems. “Contact your advisors and tell them to round up the mayors and counselors of the villages. Find out who doth pledge loyalty to you and banish those who doth not. After all, do they not serve at the pleasure of the king?” The king, joyous in this plan, sent his jester, Rovian, to meet with the head royal counselor, Lord Albert. Together, they devised the plan to recognize the least loyal of the village law keepers and dismiss them for false reasons.

Now, these village advocates were in the process of gathering information about the servants of the king who had committed great wrongs against the villagers…

To save time, and my keyboard… I’m skipping ahead to the end of the chapter.

Rovian the jester hid away for the rest of his days with his loyal friend Sir Gannon of Gukkert. Lord Albert was tarred and feathered by his own family, and the king relinquished his realm and fled to what is now modern day Paraguay with his wife, Lady Pickles, and their two daughters, Princess Partyth, and Princess Faketh Id’th. Alas, the king’s mother, so distraught over the sudden departure of her son, worried her beautiful little mind into her grave.
The moral of the story is…. Well….. Never mind. Trying to explain the moral would be like trying to explain the pronunciation of the word NUCLEAR to Dubya. Oh, and Alberto… some advice. Quit reading Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. You need to quit believing his quote about lying. “Even while lying, you’ll be believed if you speak with authority.” The villagers aren’t buying it one bit. Oh, and let Dubya know about this too, ok?