Bless me, Pop, for I have sinned. Not.

There's nothing more satisfying than pulling a fast one. And I should know. I've been doing to the American public for five years. But look at this. This old queen was just about dead. I mean he couldn't even talk, or hardly move his fucking head. But I got him to bless the secret Haliburton corporate minutes. The ones where it says I'm still the chief executive and still really in charge of everything until after I destroy the Middle East and get back to real work. And now that they're blessed by a fucking pope, I don't have to show them to anybody, no fucking pussy Congressional committees or special prosecutors or World Court bullshit. It's all locked up now. Thank you, you old dead white dressed fuck. That's just what I needed.