America: A Bit Slow. Arr (Retort)

Bush's approval rating begins to plummet. A bit late.

We contacted a famous pirate Pol for comment on this development:

Ye muddleskulled, bat-faced cowflops! I'll rub sand in yer eyes and keel-haul the lot of ye, ye poxy blackguards! How could you be so addle-pated and fat-witted, what with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, that thou coulds't forget the calendar herself! The election was three months ago, ye salt-blasted kelp-livered poppinjays!! To the devil's small clothes hamper with ye! You mayst as well rigged the mainstay to the anchor line and dropped her out of soundings, you land-pining bilge rats!! You pushed the fox out of the henhouse and installed a rabid sea-bear with an unfillable hole in his belly, and now we're all for the hangman's tender mercies, ye dumpling-balled idiot's paiges! I'll have yer lungs for purses, and yer entrails for lute-strings, and I'll wage the Sea Witch to a whore's pimple I couldn't get ha-pence for yer porridge-and-suet brains from a famished Turkman!! ' Tis the Primal ARR for the Whole, Miserable, Sorry Lubbery Lot of Ye !!!: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!