Jul 2006
Rove

It's a wonderful life George.

Mr. President,
I was sorting through my dvd's late last night before I hit the sack and crashed hard into a deep sleep. I had a strange dream and you were in it junior.

You were sitting in your office in the West Wing, down on your luck, your poll numbers are the lowest of your presidency and the world's leaders were openly mocking you. You wonder if life as president is worth living anymore.

Lots of Christian fundamentalists and FOX viewers noticed your plight and were praying for you until God's main angel, Joseph, heard their prayers and sent down Clarence, angel 2nd class to help you.

This last week, the American people finally took noticed of your bankrupt policies, and you had no political capital to cover the shortfall in credibility. All you had in your pocket, was a lousy fear-of-terrorism policy that was not worth very much these days.

You went to Cheney, the meanest richest most vile man in town at his dark undisclosed location and pleaded to help you get more public support, but he had less credibility that you did. You had no where to go and wondered if life in the West Wing was really worth it with such low poll numbers.
may04
Your father warned you about Cheney, but you ignored those road signs on the campaign trail that said, "Ask your Father."

You decided to go riding on your mountain bike when you thought about taking a header hard enough to break something small like a wrist, which could get you a sympathetic bump in the polls, when suddenly this old man in a long white nightgown falls from the sky right in front of you.

"Are you all right there old guy?" You ask. "What are you doing out here where is my security detail? "I didn't fall, I jumped in front of you to stop you from hurting yourself," said Clarance.
may05
"You shouldn't think about hurting yourself Georrge, besides you are a sadist not a masochist anyway," said Clarence. "I'm your guardian angel Clarence," he continues. "You look like the kind of angel I would get, you wouldn't know how to raise my poll numbers would you?" "No no no, we don't need poll numbers in heaven." Well they are pretty handy down here bub.

Things are so bad right now, sometimes I wish we hadn't fixed those elections to make me President. "Well, let me see; yea that could do it; you are not President," exclaimed Clarence.

I must have hit my head or sniffed some bad coke. Say something in that ear. I'll be dog gone, I haven't been able to hear from that ear since I pushed a pencil in it to get a deferment, before my daddy got me into the National Guard to avoid the Vietnam War. "Your ear is ok George," said Clarence. "You have never been born." You search through your pockets frantically. "You have no cheat-cheat with the names of your cabinet, no GOP talking points. They're not there either," said Clarence What!. "Condi's ear rings, the ones she took off before you two, ... well you know," says Clarence.
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Let's go and get a drink old fella. Do you drink? I don't trust anyone that doesn't drink.

Are you hurt from your fall? If you can prove you are an American, you can sign up for my new Medicare Plan but you'll have to pay a fee. "I don't need Medicare, George, I'm your guardian angel, besides it's just a fart in the wind as far as health coverage goes. You know that" Clarence said.


Let's go to Abramoff's bar at "Signatures." Wait the sign says "Boehner's Restaurant, where is Amramoff? "Who do you say?" The bartender yells. Amramoff, you repeat. " There ain't no Amramoff here, he's in jail after getting caught. And if you know him you must be a stoolie too. We serve extremely expensive food and drink here for Republican lobbyists and corrupt Congressmen. Now do you want to make a healthy donation to the party and buy a drink or not!" He yells.

"Ok Ok, give me a beer and a bag of coke. What do you want old fella?," you say. "Ring" "Oh, did you hear that? Every time a bell rings a Democrat goes to hell," says Clarence. "OK out you two go," yells the bartender.



You run to your mother's house. An old ugly woman with white hair carefully peers out through the chained front door. "What do you want!" she yells. Mom don't you know me I'm your son, George. "I don't have a son named George, the old woman cackled. " You mean as much to me are as those people at the Superdome, now get out of here," she demanded.
may02
You sneak into the West Wing via a secret passage you remembered, but no one is there. The room is decorated with pictures and statues of Arabian horses. Suddenly you find a name plate on your desk. It says President Michael Brown.

You read the presidential daily briefings on the desk. The Iraq war is still a disaster, thousands of Americans have been killed and injured; Iraq has been effectively leveled leaving chaos and civil war. North Korea continues to test fire their missiles, and Iran keeps building their nuclear power stations. Israel is fighting Hamas and Hezbollah at the same time. The world condemns Brown and Israel for their massive bombing of Lebanon's infrastructure killing scores of civilians. Russia is using her energy resources to have their way with the EU. Finally, China and India are gobbling as much raw material and energy sources.

The world was just like it was when you were president. It didn't make any difference if you were there or not! The government was actually run by old man Cheney from an undisclosed location! The neo-cons and radical right wing are using Michael Brown the same way they used you. They just made you think you were running the country!

What happened to Laura you ask? "I'm not supposed to tell you," said Clarence. Tell me, you demand. Tell me! "Well I hate to tell you George, but she was so homely she never married. She is an old maid closing up the Library of Congress," blurted Clarence. You run out of the White House via the same secret passage, but an alarm went off and secret service men rush into the room and pin Clarence down. "Joseph, help!" Clarence shouts. Suddenly Clarence disappears as his plastic cuffs fall onto the carpet.
may13
Clarence reappears outside of the White House next to you. "You have been given an extraordinary gift George. A look at what would the world look like without you." Clarence said. And now you realize it didn't matter if you were president! Everyone around you created the disasters. You were just a face, a bit player someone who shook hands and raised money! You had very little say! Everything was scripted and stage managed. But, on the bright side. You didn't have to work at all. You suddenly realize everything you have been doing was busy work to keep you out of the neo-con's hair! "You had a pretty easy life George," Clarence said.
may03
You fall on your knees close your eyes and pray to your God. "I want to be president again, I want to be president again! " you pray.

You open your eyes in time to see anti-war demonstrators approach and decide to run back into the White House where you are greeted by Turd Blossom, Karl Rove. Where have you been Mr. President? he asks.

Do you recognize me Turd? Why sure, you are supposed to go to Pennsylvania and stump for Santorum; he's in deep shit." said Rove "That's great!" you exclaimed.

You run to the West Wing and are greeted by Laura and your drunken daughters. Jenna and Barbara Bush "Hiyyyyy daddy," they slur. "Oh George," Laura blurts out something wonderful has happened. "Oh good reporters heh heh." you scream. "Cheney threatened to fund their opposition in the next election, so all the Republican congressmen have agreed to support your Iraq war budget isn't it wonderful. That should boost your poll numbers for a little while!" Laura exclaims. And you also remember, you have a month-long vacation starting in two weeks!
Your family closes in around you.
may09
Suddenly, Jenna Bush hears bells ringing in her ears "Heyyyyy daddy, I just heard bells, an and you know what! Every time, time a bell ringssssh a Democrat goes (hickup) to hell," she slurs.
may06
"That's right Jenna, that's right. It's a wonderful life after all! Atta boy Clarence!" you cheer as Condi sneaks up behind you and gives you a sly wink.



I woke up ran into the living room, grabbed my copy of the Frank Capra classic and burned it in my Weber grill.

From: comments@whitehouse.gov
Date: July 20, 2006 6:58:20 PM CDT
To: guzmatom@mac.com

On behalf of President Bush, thank you for your correspondence.
We appreciate hearing your views and welcome your suggestions.
Due to the large volume of e-mail received, the White House is
unable to respond to every message, and therefore this response
is an autoreply.

Thank you again for taking the time to write.

When the going gets tough, the tough go to a pig roast of course.

Mr. President,
It really sucks being you.

Your famous "hands off" policy has done wonders. Early in your presidency you allowed Israel to have unfetter reign over the palestinians, allowing Israel to kill who ever they wanted whenever they wanted. After 9/11 they stepped up their efforts of state-sponsored terrorism over their Arab neighbors. The world was suitably distracted watching the death, and destruction you were causing in Iraq, so no one noticed the atrocities Israel was committing.

Now you have a good party happening. Israel is fighting a two front war. And they told Condi to stuff it when she asked Israel to restrain their response.

It's not that you will do anything about it. You don't have the guts to stand up to Israel, and everyone knows it.

Italy is still looking to indict CIA agents for kidnapping a Muslim cleric off the streets in Milan. What kind of bungling Bush-supporters did you get in there?


Rove was booed when he met with Hispanics from the National Council of La Raza's annual conference in Los Angeles, but somehow they couldn't relate to a rich white man who only wants them pick grapes, join the army, and vote Republican. It was odd to hear him speak about family values.

Valerie Plame just sued your buddy Cheney, Rove, and others for outing her as a CIA spy. I can imagine the morale in the CIA must be crappy ever since you falsely blamed them for bad intelligence on Iraq.

Now you are in Russia with your new nemesis Pooty Poot.

While in Germany instead of addressing the major escalation of violence in the Mid-East with Israel, you chose to tout a pig roast with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. It is not a book about a pet goat, but it's good enough to show the world how disconnected you still are
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While in Germany you were such a chicken-shit about what people may ask, you dropped a planned "Town Hall meeting" after you were not allowed to pre-approve questions although you were granted the restrictions you asked for on the kinds of people that could attend.

Where has our macho president in his flight suit? Suddenly, you are spouting about negotiating with North Korea, apologizing for declaring "Bring them on," Have you lost your manhood? Will you need your pants refitted to incorporate your reduced testicles?

Well, have a good time with pooty poot. I am sure he is ready to have you lecture him about democracy. You have a real model of democracy going for you here at home. It is the best damn democracy you can buy.

From: comments@whitehouse.gov
Date: July 14, 2006 2:17:51 AM CDT
To: guzmatom@mac.com

On behalf of President Bush, thank you for your correspondence.
We appreciate hearing your views and welcome your suggestions.
Due to the large volume of e-mail received, the White House is
unable to respond to every message, and therefore this response
is an autoreply.

Thank you again for taking the time to write.

Not even you can wreck my holiday.

Mr. President,
I refused to allow the shadow of your presidency cast its malevolent cloud upon the remembrance of our nation's birth.

The weather behaved long enough to enjoy a barbecue with loved ones, and afterwards we sat under a cloudless night to view the annual display of pyrotechnics.

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It wasn't until the firework display started that I realized that although our relative locations on the earth does not allow us to share the same night sky simultaneously. Thanks to your occupation, our soldiers and innocent Iraqis are under the same sky, the same moon, and the same sun, but the explosions they see are used to mangle and deny as much human life as possible.

On this birthday of our country, I look back at your five years as our president and marvel how quickly you have made our nation a mockery of our founding father's sacrifices.


Your reign has been a constant campaign of concentrating and extending your power, at the behest of your jaded vice-president and neo-con cabal of ideologues, Our nation's top enforcer of this county's laws has abdicated his duty and heralded all your unconstitutional activities.

You stretched your executive powers to their zenith. They crossed the bright lines set down by our forefathers long before the Supreme Court wisely chose to chastise your efforts so publically.

As a law onto yourself it is doubtful, these nine judge's final judgement will shake your resolve to remain outside the laws you choose as necessary. The ruling will be twisted and tempered until it is sufficiently hard enough to blunt the words of anyone who would dare use the ruling as an example of executive hubris.


Your acolytes have constantly created disgraceful and obscenely divisive issues. Issues they sharpen, and hone to a fine edge to cut this republic repeatedly. The focus of each blow was designed to separate a specific portion of the country and engage them like a benevolent uncle, a kindly neighbor with unsophisticated tastes and manners.


Skillful use of Rovian word-play brings out the poisonous hate which resides just below the surface of many of these Americans within the group you have separated from the chaff.

You unashamedly provide America's limited resources to wealthy supporters and supply targets for those smile-in-your-face bigots discontented with their lives, who are willing to blame others for their lot.

Greed and hatred make an interesting platform for you to work from. Catering to the reprehensible nature of humanity is a life skill you failed to mention in any of your campaign speeches.


Your skills are not without merit; your knack of selecting loyal animals most willing to sit comfortably on your lap who can viciously keep the terrible truth of your actions and their consequences at bay is nothing short of remarkable for someone with such a drug-and-alcohol-addled brain as yours.

Do you really know who you are, and what you have done?

One wonders how you can keep such a distorted illusion of yourself for so long without perceiving at least a glimpse of the depravity of your actions.

What manner of medication can keep your mind so numb, delusional and entombed in self aggrandizing?

Is it the mantle of the office which you believe elevates you above far the reach of arrows sent your way by the quiver from disconcerted citizen reporters and questioning media professionals? Or is it hubris which has grown around you like a metastasized cancer which renders all manner of criticism received irrelevant?

I was able to enjoy my holiday but my day was really complete after I converted some of the toxins you try to infused in my life into simple truths back to their originator.