The Democrats, when compared with Republicans, are a famously fractious group, divided, rather than united, by their shared goals because they can never agree on the best way to achieve them. Thus far, the Old Yorker’s effort to compel President Bush to resign by publishing scurrilous limericks about him has been a perfect illustration of this overarching sui generis instability in miniature. While we might have expected to be attacked by Republicans, especially the president’s intellectual bodyguards in the right-wing press, instead it is Democrats who have criticized our effort on a variety of grounds, ranging from procedural (one prominent Democrat huffily demanded that we coordinate our campaign with Party headquarters) to, I’m sorry to say, literary.
Still, we remain undeterred and throw down this gantlet to our “friends” on the left. If you can do better, either in limerick form or in haiku or sonnet or whatever you like, then “Lay on, McDuff!”
Here, then, is our latest dirty limerick about George Bush:
Abu Ghraib, Bush said, is just not
the best place in Iraq as a spot.
Those images are a torrent
of treatment abhorrent,
that is, if “abhorrent” means hot!
