Shrub was recently asked about Roe versus Wade
During his tenth trip to storm ravaged Louisiana while hugging an impoverished, dehydrated 15 months old baby girl in front of a star burst of flash bulbs and amidst the whir of TV camera’s the Preznit was caught off guard by a brazen reporter:
“What do you think about Roe v Wade Mr. Preznit-dent.”
Shrub looked up, squinted into the hot sun, pulled up his longhorn buckled belt and slowly, cowboy style took in the stagnant waters dotted with corpses and the wreckage of many families homes that used to be New Orleans, and put the baby down on the slick muddy ground, as the mother standing by gasped. He walked away, the toddler forgotten.
He cowboy style bandy legged walked straight over to the camera’s ready for a good question that could make him look Preznitdential.
“Ahem,”
“Well, I can’t really say, I mean, I don’t think it’s right for me to have a public opinion about how people leave New Orleans, see,
it doesn’t matter to me if they row or if they wade!