This is your brain on drugs
Can anyone retrieve the Interpol picture of OUAZANA, GEORGES JOSEPH, or give an update on him?
Criteria Nationality : FRANCE Sex : Male Age : >19611023 And <=19821023 Arrest Warrant Issued by : FRANCE Search result: 1 Showing: 1-1 OUAZANA, GEORGES JOSEPH Born on 12 May 1962 Nationality France Age today: 40 years old
This is your brain on drugs
I would liken your parody of George Bush to the earliest Batman comic books. They were almost as idiotic as your writing but not quite.
Winston Churchill once said, "If you are not a liberal by the time you are twenty you have no heart. If you are not conservative by the time you are forty you have no brain". Now since you obviously have not read (or heard, I should say, because it is obvious you read very little outside of a narrow shelf of short stories with pictures} that President Bush was a real cut above your hero AlGore (I make that assumption because you write like most of his supporters} in matters academic, I suggest you take the time to look such information up. You DO know how I hope.
As to Churchill's adage, please get back to me when you are forty. Since most likely, you will still be living with your parent(s)and since you have much farther to go than most in acquiring a brain I should be very interested to know how you are eking out.
With regards
A Good Ol' Boy
Is it me, or does that pic look like a mugshot?
To defend his wounded ego, the ingrate constructed his burgeoning psyche so as to downplay the importance of hard work and accountability as forces of his character. The unintentional result was that he ended up permanently defining himself in the context of those very forces.
Today, for example, he loves to introduce himself as "a socialist" in outward scorn of the capitalists to which he inwardly wishes he belonged. He takes that scorn to the extreme, bragging that he defaced a dictionary just once in life, at the age of 16, and only to clip out the definition of a "socialist": n. 1 : one who advocates or practices socialism (see: thief, looter)
That cutting, from his mother's "New P.C. Dictionary, Revised", remains in his brand name jeans pocket to this day, worn soft and almost furry from ceaseless coddling. Without a doubt, the obsessive-compulsive stroking of his "fuzzy" pet serves to alleviate the dissonance he experiences as a symptom of his numerous superiority complexes.
Until recently, this behavior effectively reduced his dissonance to a manageable level. Now, however, the ingrate's feelings of superiority are so consuming that they demand nothing short of everyones attention as a distraction.
The ingrate's feelings of superiority first began to fester uncontrollably in high school. The ingrate attended a government run school where he was accepted because of the schools dominant liberal slant. There, surrounded by students infinitely less enlightened than himself (or so he thought), the ingrate felt as a Norweigan in Mexico must -- extremely large. In the West, he had always been able to amuse his fellow students atop his "Worker empowerment" and "From each to each" stilts, but in the more Liberal North West, his poseuristic circus act entertained no one.
His inevitable social ostracism at college served to steep his contempt for wealth and for those who possess it. Thanks to multiple liberal arts classes and many P.C. rallys, hosted by professors, the ingrate is about to graduate on time and has been invited to join the Democratic Party (again see: thief, looter) with the hope of creating a more level playing field. Precisely because the ingrate has never been forced to make a living, he is becoming the ideal party member, derationalized by the repetitiveness of his propoganda sessions.
After the joining the democrat party, the ingrate will volunteer for various meaningless jobs secured for him through the welfare arm of the democratic party. He will remain in the relative obscurity of socialist America unless his megalomanical belief that he, above all others, deserved to be in a position of national power and attention.
The ingrate's rationalization of this belief is one part Marxism and two parts guilt -- those born into wealth and prestige should be forced to help others because poor people are incapable of helping themselves. And besides the wealthy owe their wealth to the workers. This constant need to prove himself and the sinking feeling that others spotlights are not bright enough ultimately will drive him to dust off his Mein Kampf and make a name for himself in Washington by forcing things. But he doesn't do it for a love of people -- he does it for the media coverage.