George Bush, Love
When you tell me, George Bush, love, that everything is going to work out, I believe you. No, I really do. Your tender, carefully constructed rhetoric and casual southern accent melts my heart right away. I mean, last night, when you lectured me about the state of our relationship, I felt hopeful. And not false hope like I got from that scumbag Clinton, or from pre-Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey breakup MTV but actual, tangible happiness, you know?
Because your ability to stick to a decision, even when the whole world doesn’t agree with you, is so cute. You march to the beat of your own drum.
And Georgie, I know that when you lied to me about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq that you didn’t mean it.
And Hun, No Child Left Behind Act: really good idea.
I know that people make mistakes especially after loosing the ‘popular vote’ and their self-esteem is lacking. Like after Dick shot that man in the face while hunting and people went mad crazy, even though hunting accidents happen all the time. You know, if Cheney had shot like the whole White House gang, there still wouldn’t have been as many people dead as the rednecks who died in hunting accidents this year. Shut up, I’m serious!
Anyways, Muffin, I think we should stick it out and make a commitment. We need to move beyond silly lies and wars, and you need talk less about “terrorists” and more about “love.” Because that’s what it’s all about, right?
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