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anon 01.29.05 at 3:18
W: Didja read Roth’s book? It is so cool that he left Granpa Prescott out of it. And now the race thing isn’t an issue anymore anyway, is it sweetie?
C: That’s right buppycakes. Now it’s really just about good old greed and power. Thank you for cutting me in!
anon 01.29.05 at 3:30
“The Bush family made a profit from the Auschwitz prisoners’ slave labour. Prescott Sheldon Bush, ‘Dubya’s’ grandfather, had tight financial connections with the Nazis, thanks to which he multiplied the family’s fortune as a banker.
Prescott Bush was an executive and shareholder of the United Banking Corporation, which bought the Consolidated Silesian Steel Corporation from the Nazi industrialist Fritz Thyssen, who had been employing prisoners from nearby Auschwitz.
In the summer of 1942, the case was made public by the American press, which lead to the investigation of the financial records of UBC by the government.
On the 20th of October that year the authorities took over the company’s shares on the basis of an enemy trade act, which President Franklin D. Roosevelt had signed one week after the attack on Pearl Harbour in December 1941.
The corporation could still operate, but only if its actions would not in any way benefit the Nazis. Prescott Bush pulled out of the UBC as late as 1943 and for a period of time committed himself to fundraising for the casualties of war as CEO of the National War Fund. ”
http://www.scoop.co.nz/mason/stories/HL0306/S00055.htm
Dean Landsman 01.30.05 at 12:10
W:
Ah shoore am glayud I got me a goodun of them folk, since that Coloncancer feller dint work out so wayull. Good riddance to him and heyuz son. Mebbe Laura’ll let me fool round with thisun. It ain’t like she’s white or anything, Laura’d unnerstand, it’d just be some fun, like good ole boys’ve been having fer years.
Condoliar:
Oh, how esteemed I am to be amongst the finest of the fine whitery, those who enable me to walk in their midst, oh I am so emancipated. How learned of this fine Texan to allow a simple piano-playing, college educated negress such as myself to the upper tier of governance! Dear me, will this be that extra step, that special token to enable me to finally cease that occasional longing for a piece of Church’s or Popeye’s fried chicken? Oh, enough of that. Shall we find another resource rich country to invade? Oh, goodie, let’s!
Ghost of Condoliar’s ancestors:
whirr, whirr (that’s the sound of them spinning in their graves)
Michael D. Pollock 02.01.05 at 1:08
W: Now that yer confirmed, you need to know if you fuck up my Middle East thang, I’ll ship your sorry ass to North Korea to blow Kim Jong Il for nuclear secrets.
C: Yes, Mr. President. (Thinks to hereself: That’s better than blowing you, you elitist, oil barron moron.)