Friday, April 20, 2007

In a strange moment, although, let’s face it, not an entirely unfamiliar one President Bush visits Ohio to talk about terrorism and he ends up just rambling on making the suggestion that he is, in fact a highly sophisticated remote control man just that bit more likely. Perhaps this time his wiring was a bit damp. Or, alternately a rat got loose inside his ass and chewed away the microchips that deal with coherence…either way, there’s something mechanical going on.

The decisions his brain made to talk and just say lines like, _"There are jobs Americans aren't doing. ... If you've got a chicken factory, a chicken-plucking factory, or whatever you call them, you know what I'm talking about." But, it seems, not only did the chicken plucking factory owners not know what he was talking about…neither did anyone else.

So, while this is all merely speculation could it be that the usual scenario is that he simply walks out and gives speeches while Dick Cheney and Karl Rove are giggling to each other in a room accessed through a hole in the ground of the Oval Office? They sit in there in big black leather chairs taking turns to say things into the microphone that connects to Bush’s brain. Maybe that explains the subtle reference to the rug at the end of his speech. It certainly explains what he possibly meant by “_"The best thing about my family is my wife. She is a great first lady. I know that sounds not very objective, but that's how I feel. And she's also patient. Putting up with me requires a lot of patience." By “putting up with”, he’s of course referring to the exhausting paperwork required to get any maintenance done on him due to the non-customer service friend warranty the White House has on him and the daily polishing his torso requires seeing as it’s probably brass and oxidizes quickly. Yes, that seems reasonable. [source]

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