Perhaps if Senior had sung this 70′s Kansas hit to Junior, he could have actually had some influence on the wayward lad:

Don’t carry on, my wayward son

There won’t be peace, even when you’re done

Lay your disastrous Veep to rest

And we’ll cry no more

 

Dick and Rummy raised loud noise and confusion

Just to create — some Yellowcake illusion

You were soaring post-9/11

But you acted high

Though Neo-Cons could see

They’re still like a blind man

Iraq invasion was the act of a madman

I can hear the voices when I’m dreaming

I can hear them say

 

Ignore your dad, you wayward son

There’ll be peace when you are done

Lay all conservation to rest

We’ll lack for oil no more

 

Masquerading as a man with a mission

Now you’ve got Gitmo, total chaos and rendition

And if I backed off Baghdad

It’s cause I had some sense

In a civil war of Sunni vs. Shiite

The end of slaughter is nowhere in plain sight

I sent a message through Brent Scowcroft

But you refused to hear me say

 

Don’t carry on, my wayward son

There won’t be peace, even when you’re done

Lay your disastrous Veep to rest

And we’ll cry no more

Don’t carry on

You will always remember

Don’t carry on

And cause more death and dismember

Now your life is a disaster

Surely you’ll end up in hell

Don’t carry on, my wayward son

There won’t be peace, even when you’re done

Lay your disastrous Veep to rest

And we’ll cry no more

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Wonkette on Dana Milbank’s new feature.

Madkane on Supreme Court slapdown of Bush,

and

My previous post on Bushies’ response.

All Hat No Cattle Wartime Funnies.