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Wednesday, October 26

The Presents Are Under the Tree

But you can't open them yet. It's being reported that Fitz is in DC with the grand jurors in the courthouse since 9AM. I ran out of rocky road ice cream while glued to the television this morning.

Meanwhile FBI agents have been snooping around the Wilson's neighborhood asking neighbors if they knew that Mrs Wilson was a covert CIA agent. Angry neighbors who thought they knew the Wilson's quite well said that they didn't know she worked for the CIA and that they wouldn't be inviting the Wilson's to cocktail parties anymore. "I told Valerie about my affair with Mr. Jones (name changed to protect the guilty) and the least she could have done was to share a secret with me," whined a local desperate housewife.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas, Ev'ry where you go;
Take a look in the morning news, listening anew
To the lefty talk shows with callers all aglow.

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas, Cheney's looking sore,
But the prettiest sight to see are the shrouds that will be
On the White House door.

A pair of indictments and a pistol that shoots
The traitors and treasonous men;
Co-conspirators will talk and will go for a walk
And we'll never see them again;
Americans can hardly wait for freedom to start again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas, DC is rotten to the core;
There's a squint in the patriots eyes, 'cause you shouldn't out the spies,
The kind that would have saved our country from a war.

It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas; Feel it in your heart,
And the hopes that they will burn Will come true when you learn
That the trials soon will start."

-Blondesense news

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