Moon Over My Enemy

A few weeks back, I was sitting beneath the luxurious September sky to gaze upon the full moon. After weeks of hurricanes, FEMA debacles, love-life bewilderments, an unexpected death in the family, general struggles with all my demonios personales, and a cranky ol' heard o' hens that Johnny Rawhide brought to the bunkhouse... well, lying beneath the restorative glow of la luna de la madre was a welcomed respite. I love a full moon, and was happy to find some fellas whose love for the oft written of orb had inspired them to finance a trip to our nation'’s capitol. 'Cause after all, if you can't send ol' W to the moon, you oughta send the moon to ol' W.

MoontheWhiteHouse.com is the brainchild of Jon Rosenberg, Phillip Karlsson, and Jeff Anbinder, three self-described "average, whiny, liberal New Yorkers" who "like to drink beer" and "make bad puns." These enterprising boys are hoping that if enough people donate a dollar, they can afford a trip to Washington, D.C. where they will Moon The White House.

We believe that President Bush and his administration have been trampling the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, the cornerstone upon which our great United States of America is founded. They have branded those who would speak freely as traitors, and clamped down on civil liberties whenever convenient in their pursuit of higher poll ratings and distractions from the failing economy and the crimes of their corporate cronies.

In protest, we are planning to embrace the First Amendment with the most powerful act of speech available to us--the Moon. Be a patriot--please help us defend our hard-won freedoms by donating a dollar or more. When we reach our goal of $10,000, we'll go to Washington D.C. and Moon The White House--for all of us. For America.

Now, I don'’t reckon I'd like Mr. Bush to be peeking at my round and sassy, but I sure support any organization (or facsimile thereof) that wishes to go ass to ass with that sissy of a Connecticut cowboy. Not that Mr. Bush sticks around for them sort of shenanigans. He sure made a point of high tailing it to Texas when Cindy Sheehan and her crew took a notion to circle their wagons 'round ol' Casa Blanca. And if the law has a hankerin' for haulin' a mom off to the pokie just for sitting on the sidewalk, what could these three young fella be looking forward to?

'Course, if these here cowpokes shouldn't happen to reach their $10,000 goal by the time Bush leaves office, they won't simply pocket their hard-begged dollars; they plan to purchase El Presidente "a small but tasteful gift" and hold a shindig for all the donors. So tomorrow I'm sending 'em a crisp new George Washington. I'll also be polishing up my best boots just in case I get invited to the hoedown.
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About the Writer
Concha Loca is a Stinkhorn Rodeo
Ranch Boss and resident Chicken Whisperer.