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Bush Redux before/after President Bush strolls out to the Rose Garden at a leisurely pace to greet the press corp in a plush suit and wearing the golden laurels of conquest. Dick Cheney trails after him as fast as his heart will allow, whispering nuanced wisdom in his ear. All glory is fleeting, but radiation lasts a damn long time. Bush approaches the podium with teeth bared, like a feral animal, and howls wildly into the microphone. The press corp recoils in horror. Blood leaks from Sam Donaldson's ears. "My fellow Americans" Junior croaks into the microphone, "Make no mistake, I have a hit list." Junior's cabinet stands to the side, breaking out into cackles of sadistic glee. Condoleeza Rice bites the head off of a bat and spits at Colin Powell. Powell chuckles and grins sagely, the secrets of the mai lai massacre buried within his mind, seemingly understanding something no one else can hope to comprehend. Bush the Junior then lists the countries to undergo regieme change, mistakenly listing several midwestern states and the Canadian province of Alberta. In such a manner the world is put on alert, to the chagrin of us all. Finishing his press conference, Bush the Junior looks at the distant sky, blood dripping from his elbows, and spits on the zombie of Helen Thomas, who manages a question in her dilapidated state anyway. "Mr. Bush," she begins,"How would you respond to the accusations that your administration is immoral and unrestrained corporate imperialism in its most blatant form-" and she is swarmed by unemployed enron executives like a pack of rats. The gnawing sound is horrible. Bush the Junior sighs indifferently and excuses himself from the press conference, leaving Ari Fliescher to answer questions. Fleischer robotically dismisses question after question until a fuse blows and he retches oil on the floor. Bush walks away with his cabinet nipping at his heels like a pack of jackals. The cabinet meeting is about to start. "You darkies sit over there," he motions to Condoleeza and Colin, who dotifully listen to their boss and sit in wooden chairs. The smell of charnel pits fill the room. A foul smell leaks from Dick Cheney. Drooling black blood, Bush grabs a nearby paige, rips out his heart for Cheney to eat. Cheney gobbles it with unrestrained glee. "Best thing I've eaten in a long time, boss." Christine Todd Whitman steps into the room, wearing baby harp seal skin boots and twirling a bristlecone pine baton. "Whale meat, anyone? Eye of condor?" Karl Rove giggles hideously to the side, sodomizing a preist. "I've got a faith based initiative for ya' father," he says with a low growl. And in such a malodious manner the policy of the land is set, the american dream dies a tawdry death and a path to world war is found.
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