The Postmodern Prometheus (or if you prefer, God's Own Justice for the Grand Old Party of Bush)

Get on your knees and beg my forgiveness, Meygn, you ignorant slut!

The lightning bolts struck a rod leading into the laboratory lodged deep in the bowels of the ancestral compound perched on a stormy sea-swept cliff outside Kennebunkport. Electric current climbed briskly up the Jacob's Ladder as a cascade of sparks flew from the body strapped to the table.

"It's alive! It's alive!" Dr. Lee Atwater bellowed as his balding and hunched sidekick Karl Rove grunted in delighted assent. Slowly the table arked upward and the creature tied to it quickly opened it eyes and struggled to break free from its restraints.  First it broke one wrist strap, and then the next.  Then it pointed and glared sharply at its creators, and slowly entoned,  "Y-yyy--- You're Fired!"

So now the Republican Party of Bush is running into the woods for its very life, fleeing from it's own creation, and the simple-minded torch and pitchfork wielding "values" voters who were once faithful and loyals serfs for Dr. Atwater and Rove's benefactors now follow this monster as they loot and burn the compound. How will this end? Hopefully not well for the decadent, entitled family that subsidized this weird science.