Grandpa Prescott would be proud of his little NAZI grandson

i'll bet ol' prescott is lookin' up from his eternal damnation for supporting hitler financially after it was made a crime to do so, and smiling.

i'll bet that in between getting a white hot poker shoved up his nazi ass and suffering the pain he inflicted on the slave laborers at auschwitz who filled his bank accounts, he probably turns to one of the other damned and says, 'that's my grandson, the second president bush"!

and i'll bet all the other damned standing next to him, their flesh melting endlessly from the eternal furnace, are jealous.

they'll speak of their astonishment at how rapidly the two bush presidents returned the nazi mindset to the very people who fought so valiantly against them only 60 years earlier.

i can just see prescott standing there, next to adolph and hess and mengele, thinking about the good ol' days, and how it might have been different if they hadn't all been sadistic, heartless, greedy, unscrupulous, monstrous, unspeakable assholes, instead of following the examples they were taught in sunday school.

i'll bet there's a special section in hell, for prescott, and pol pot, and mao, and stalin, and adolph, and rumsfeld and perle, and wolfowitz and kristol and rice and that cute little girl in the infamous torture photos. i'll bet they have set aside a small space for the two bush presidents to take up residence.

sometime in the future, and it won't be long, hell will welcome the bin ladens and the saddam familes and the bush family circle will be unbroken, by and by lord, by and by.

Barbie sang Bass;
Poppy sang Tenor;
Jebbie and Shrub and would join right in there;
Singing seems to help a clabbered soul;
One of these days and it won't be long;
They'll join Prescott's hellish song;
No, the circle won't be broken;
I'll bet Rush will be there tokin'
By and by, Lawd, by and by.