THE NAME OF THE GAME

They call it Gitmo, now, officially,  well, as officially as Time Magazine, the in-house journal of the CIA.  Why we can't close Gitmo, or some such,  was the headline. Is it that Uncle Sam is bone-idle, can't be arsed to type an extra half dozen letters?

JAILHOUSE ROCK,
THE GITMO SHUFFLE. 

But you never hear yanks talking about the G-Burg Add or the Five-Am.  The Gettysburg Address and the Fifth Amendment,  these are pure American shit aren't they, sacred,  wouldnwanna go abbreviating that stuff now.  But Gitmo, that's almost a motherfucking expletive, short and nasty; Gitmo, could be a command, could be an insult, could, best of all,  be an unnatural sexual act;  I'm gonna Gitmo yo Momma, bitch.

I wonder how the US-UK-Israel lobby would react if we all started saying Ozzy, instead of Auscwhitz or Bucky's instead of Buchenwald,  they'd be shitting stone tablets of indignation and vengeance's what they'd be doing, But these niggers and arabs and other sub-humans, well Gitmo is a good word for where they are. After all aren't we feeding the filthy animals.  A-ha-ha-ha.  Whether they want to or whether they don't want to.

All sing;    Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                You filthy wog.

  

OBAMA FAN CLUB.

Yeah, well, Mr President,  I guess its-a hard, its-a hard, its-a hard, an its-a hard, its-a ha-a-a-ard  waterboardin's a-gonna fall.
But they are only niggers, right? 
And like you say, This ain't who we are. 
It's just what we do.
Bob Zimmerman receiving his slimeball  emeritus medal from Obie