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THE HAPPY PRESIDENT
As read by Mr. Rogers
One day there was a man named George Dubya Bush. He decided one day to become President of the United States of America. Having worked his way to the top through nepotism, he enjoyed the luxuries of doing anything he wanted, especially if it was illegal, but it's ok -- he's the President.
One day, Dubya decided to rearrange the empire the way he likes it. Even better, he decided to rearrange other people's empires too. For some reason, the skies darken.
What a wonderful guy, Dubya. He loves his people. Not the American people, but his people. The American people he takes for a load of gullible quacks. In his spare time, Dubya enjoys finding new ways to dupe the weak-minded. The aggrivating minority of quick-witted skeptics he quickly and quietly locks up in Guantanamo Bay. They are clearly terrorists and he doesn't like them. Our friend sees great need to needlessly sacrifice for his cause a bunch of know-nothings who were going to die anyway. He also enjoys letting his enemies know how tough his empire is, so they can take their best shot at it -- it makes him laugh.
But life is not always roses and fireworks for Dubya. He sees on his TV one day that some really heroic guys from the aggrivating minority found their way into his network. They start to teach the wonderful truths about his happy little scheme to all the dips he had suckered. He calls his old people for help but they have gone power-hungry. He calls his hitmen for help but then he remembers that they too must be kept in the dark, or they too will turn against him. Dubya starts to cry.
Then, Dubya remembers that he still has many many minions following him, and they do not care to believe the aggrivating minority. The aggrivating minority starts to cry. Dubya is happy again.
One day, Dubya gets a bullet to the head.
THE END
Oh, wait...and they lived happily ever after.
THE REAL END
Boys and girls, what matrixical types and parallels might one find in the story of the happy president?
OK, finally vented a little frustration. Share as you please.
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