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These evil bastards will call in all their chits to fight back. They love power and will never willingly give it up.
Maybe someday Bob Woodward Jr. will write a book about * wandering the corridors of the White House, talking to the portraits of his predecesors.
Bush sloshed his vodka on the way over to the portrait of George Washington: "Never told a lie, my ass, buddy. We all lie. We have to lie. Otherwise, how could we convinsh them to vote us for. Ah, you had it easy, no press corp looking for easy shound bites, no librul media trying to screw you over."
Bush wobbled onto the portrait of Clinton, "What are you smiling at? Just cuz Daddy likes you best doesn't make you better'n me. No shir, not at all. I may have lied and people died, but you got nookie from that fat girl in the Oval Office. I know which one of us is going to burn in hell, yassir, I do. And it ain't GeorgyBoy. No. And stay away from my Dad. He's my Daddy, not yours."
Sorry, just couldn't help myself.
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