It's only a goddamn horse, not Princess fucking Diana

Has the world suddenly gone completely fucking nuts? Why all this yammer dammer over a fucking horse? He broke his fucking leg. So what. Shoot the fucking thing in the head and be done with it. We have bigger problems around here, believe me. And a couple of other lame fucking ducks who should be shot in the head. If you know what I mean. Horse. Horses ass. What's the difference?

No, George, you fucking moron, he's too young to send to Iraq

Oh. My. God. Is there no fucking bottom? Can this man possibly POSSIBLY be as stupid as he appears? I know he's drinking again, and the heroin is not exactly helping make him smarter, but surely there must be a couple of brain cells sloshing around in there. Can I make it through two more years of this bullshit? Maybe we can send HIM to Iraq.

Fuck you, Helen Mirren

There's only one Queen around here and it's me, toots. I may not be the fucking Commander in Chief but who the fuck do you think tells the Commander in Chief what the fuck to do. Not his sob sister old father, that's for fucking sure. Or that white haired old bitch cow of a mother. No, Miss Double Golden Globe Cunt, it's me. The man behind the curtain. The man behind the moron. The man in the moon. I always liked a nice crown. Go fuck your royal self, Helen.

Dance, you fucking gypsy fuck, dance

This is George's other twin sister, D'Roma "Buffy" Bush of Romania and Lower Kennebunkport Station. She ran away from home when she was thirty and joined a band of carnival gypsies traveling through southern Maine. Though markedly less bright than her brothers, she was known as the beauty in the family. She's seen here dancing the Bahgdad Rhumba for Peace and Oil, for which she is very popular in Romanian gypsy circles. When she finishes the dance, which takes several hours, she fucks all the men and horses in the village and then with her own hands kills the woman playing the violin. This is apparently a Bush family tradition. D'Roma has several children who she believes are serving with the military in Iraq. She is not entirely certain how many children since for several years she was brain dead following an unfortunate tambourine and oxcart accident, during which time her comatose body was very popular with the Romanian cast of Entourage and reportedly gave birth to many of their offspring. However, be that as it may, she is still the only Bush family member to actually give a fuck whether the entire US military troopload there gets killed or not. She is, of course, completely fucking nuts, like the rest of her depraved and criminally stupid family. She also believes that it's her brother Jeb, whom she calls Jojojo, who is really President, since even D'Roma can't imagine anyone actually voting for George. She is strongly opposed to sending more troops to Iraq and has so dedicated this particular dance, which she calls Surgio No Way Forward 2.

Go Fuck Yourself, America

What the fucking fuck makes you think we're going to do what you want? Who the fuck are you? Are you in power? I don't think so. We're going to do what WE want. We like in ME, what I want. That's what this is all about. You think we're going to start bringing troops back? Are you fucking insane? This is about OIL, fuckwad. We're not leaving that horseshit little pisshole without the goddamn oil. What's a few dead trailer rats among friends. Excuse me--that's what soldiers are for, isn't it? Being blown up? And now I've come up with this GREAT idea of making them go into the neighborhoods. Excellent. No more safe little Green Zone for those turdbirds. Let's get 'em out where they're easier to kill. The more Americans get killed, the harder it'll be for the Defeatoids to get us out of there. Hell, kill 'em all! And let's kill Congress while we're at it. Who needs those whining mewling wimps, and all their fucking hearings. Fuck your christless goddamn hearings. I shit on your hearings. And speaking of hearing--America, did you say something? What? You don't like the war in Iraq? Oh, isn't that too fucking bad. Like do you think I give a shit what you say? Go fuck yourself, America, and let me run this fucking country like I need to. If I say surge, then we're gonna fucking surge.

Doin' the ole Porky Bald White Man Shuffle

It's Three Card Negroponte time. Since our new Iraq policy is the same as the old Iraq policy (If it ain't broke, fuck it, is my motto), the plan is to make it look new by putting in some new people. But who the fuck wants actual new people, so we're just moving people around. As if it made any fucking difference. They'll all do what I tell them anyway. Including George II up there, the grinmaster in chief. Old Tortureponte didn't want to give up his spy job but I told him he could start fucking Condorosa again, and anyway if he didn't do it, we'd send him back to be ambassador to Iraq again. That fucking did the trick. Then we pull a couple of other bald white men out of W's fucking father's old hat and presto dead saddamo, we gots that new car smell.