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I don't really like being president anymore...it's kind of boring and annoying. People keep telling me I have to get up early in the morning and read things and make decisions. I like the talking part...I love that because I can say anything I feel like saying and by the time they catch me in a lie, it's too late to do anything about it and, anyway, I've got people who will do time for me.
I thought this job was going to be fun, it is actually pretty serious and I don't like that. Like playing the warrior, I liked the flight suit and the aircraft carrier and the "mission accomplished part, but I really hate talking to those families with the sad eyes and the tears and looking at me like I have an answer, a clue about how to make their loved ones' death mean something.
I'd like to rule the world. That's what Dick and the others said I could do without much heavy lifting, they said they would do the thinking for me, but everybody still blames me for the screw ups, you know, the deaths and stuff...I'm tired of this...no fun at all anymore. There are all these people in Latin America who are burning me in effigy and it's upsetting to Laura...this is just getting too serious.
I just thought I could have a real fun run like I've had before and then retire and have a great life like my Dad. But 9/11 happened and things got out of hand and too complicated for me. I was told that invaiding Iraq would be a piece of cake, like most of my life has been, but it's really been a bummer.
Everything seems to be falling apart. Cheney seems to be snarling alot and looking at me like I shopuld do something. I don't have the faintest idea what do do...this being commander in chief and the decider isn't what it's chracked up to be.
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