Catching a little slant-nap

Look, I work hard, twenty four seven. You don't see me running off every fucking weekend to Crawfish to ride my christless bicycle, do you? You think it's easy, running this fucking country, cleaning up after Junior Fuckwit? I'm working my ass off here. And if the fucking commies can't take a little joke, then fuck 'em. So we let a little protester into the press area. So fucking what? It was just a little chinee slit. How much trouble was she, really? And so we refer to the country by the name of their sworn enemy. What's the difference? They all look the same, anyway. Righten up, old serious face. And then you get mad because I doze off while you're droning on in that yingyang language of yours. So fucking boring, I don't know how you stayed awake while you were talking. Anyway, you want to talk to Bill Gates first, this is what you get, You or Hu or however you fucking spell it.