Chapter 1- The Rage of George
Chapter 2- Rattling of Sabres
Chapter 3- Entreaties Rejected
Chapter 4- Osama Speaks
Chapter 5- The Underworld
Chapter 6- Fatherly Advice
Chapter 7- The Gods of War
Chapter 8- Juggernaut
Chapter 9- The Prisoners
Chapter 10- Interrogation
Chapter 11- George Dreams
Chapter 12- In the Clouds
Chapter 13- Déjeuner
Chapter 14- Secret Agent
Chapter 15- The Tyrant Flees
Chapter 16- Out of Order
Chapter 17- George Descends
Chapter 18- Master Kim
Chapter 19- Uncurious George
Chapter 20- Asana
Chapter 21- Doing the Patriot Act
Chapter 22- Immaculate Reception
Chapter 23- The Little Prince
Chapter 24- Mission Accomplished
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The hangman equals death! The Devil
Equals death! Death equals death!
The Skull & Bones incantation. Deep
Within the cloistered chambers of the Tomb,
The society’s gothic home, this mantra's
Been chanted by three Bush generations.
The members of this secret order: Yalies.
Their emblem: skull and bones. It’s shared with
Pirates, outlaws of the sea, who fly the Jolly Roger.
The German Brotherhood of Death, the Thule Society
Also adopted Death’s Head as their emblem.
Adolph Hitler joined that club in 1919.
William Huntington Russell, U.S. General,
Founded Yale’s first secret society, in 1832.
His partner in the venture was Alphonso Taft,
Grandfather of the President of the same last name.
Members alive today include the powerful in
Mass media, banking, politics and oil.
On this warm and humid D.C. evening in June,
A small reunion of The Order’s in progress.
“Bonesmen,” alumni of the brotherhood,
Blueblood sons of wealth, preppies all, they’re
Each one of fifteen joined by solemn rites each year;
Tonight the global power elite celebrate.
“Who was the fool, who the wise man,
Beggar or king? Whether poor or rich,
All’s the same in death,” quotes Prince George.
The slogan appears above the “vault” in the Tomb's
sanctum sanctorum, room 322. A painting of skulls
Surrounded by Masonic symbols hangs below.
Heads bow at his sharp recital,
They all know the chant by heart.
“Bushido,” says Henry Luce of Time, “It’s perfect.
It’s so fitting you’re Commander-in-Chief.”
George smiles. In his heart he’s had
The same thought many times.
“How goes the New World Order?”
Asks Harold Stanley of Morgan Stanley fame.
More rhetorical than serious, he knows the answer.
Bonesmen accept in full their dedication
To use armed force and creative chaos, tools
That insure their continued control of the planet.
“It’s going pretty well,” grins George.
The Bushiad and The Idyossey - Copyright 2004 by Victor Littlebear - All rights reserved