CAPTIONs might help him focus

[underpants]

[eileen_d]

1. OK, who's groping the Shrub?

I'm voting for the white lady behind him on the right.

[Bossy Monkey]

2. Do you have Brazilian people here?

Work with me-- it's a concept caption.

[Hubert Flottz]

3. "How The Fuck did you get past the first amendment fence?"

"KKKarl WTF?"

[Cha]

4. Who else thinks he resembles a plucked chicken?

[Lizz612]

5. Condi what are you doing here? Wait..

You're not Condi, but your skins the same color.. You must be her sister!!

[jenm]

6. My god, will you look at the size of that zit.

[Not a robought]

7. Bush, "I have this unique ability to look into your soul...

and can tell whether you can be trusted."

Donna Brazile, "Better get some eyeglasses Mr. yella cake boy, with so much leakin' in the White House, one wonders if all your bathrooms are out of order."

[Drifter]

8. I see Black people ....

Cheers
Drifter

[MissMarple]

9. A Democrat? In Here!!!

.

[skip fox]

10. W. is "thinking": "Wowzer! There's sure a lot of people in here.

It's like Manhattan or Singapore or Walmart in Crawford on a Friday night. I'm not so good at remembering names but I never forget a face except those that slip my mind. If I had to shake everybody's hand, that would be a lot of shaking. If all these people came for lunch, we'll run out of peanut butter in no time. It's only other people I have trouble having a relationship with. Some people speak different languages, but I'll believe it when I see it. A whole bunch of people are probably more than a lot. But a lot is usually more than some which is somewat more than none ro maybe a lot more, who can say? Gee . . . I better call my science advisor to work it out, my ears just began to ring."

[PurityOfEssence]

11. It's my Tom McClintock impression; like it?

Craaaazy, man...

[cosmicdot]

12. Doc, I keep having this recurring dream where I'm mingling

with a lot of normal ... regular ... you know, rich white people ... in a crowded room ... total chaos ... no order ... perspiration breaks out on my forehead ... I don't know which way to turn ... I start to panic ... and, each time what appears to be an African American woman ... is standing next to me ... I hear her call my name ... and it feels like home ... like a prayer ... she says she can take me there ... where? where? you can take me where? ... I cry out, but no one responds ... what could it all mean ... it's like a dream to me?