No Wonder

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie dissed us all and made us cry, but when Barack came out to play. Georgie Porgie ran way. There's a new cat on the wall now and he is fiddling with everything as hard as he can. If he can make that lame old cow appear to jump over the moon, the fundamentalists will still vote for war and taxing the poor. It doesn't matter. It's all an illusion anyway.

All the king's horses and all the king's men have absolutely no desire to put anything back together again. Humpty didn't fall. He jumped when he realized they were going to scramble him up with onions and sausage and serve him to the people as hors d'oeuvres just before that great pie with four and twenty advisers went into the oven.

Dark angels are having a picnic with Darwin and mad scientists are making tea in secret places, which I suppose is better than making nuclear weapons, but I would not drink this tea for all the oil in Iraq.

The mirror is wrong side out and this is not wonderland anymore. White rabbits have become harriers and the Queen of Hearts is playing hard ball with the Knave. One more stolen tart and we all turn back into mice at midnight.