my letter to george!
dear george bush,
part one!
there are some things i've been wanting to talk to you about, but you know, i've been so busy what with the whole .. imaginary time consuming thing... on my hands...
okay well, here are some things. if you can't read this many words, just give this letter to condi. she told me that she would chew it up and spit it into your mouth like you're a baby bird. apparently jesus just takes over from there, and when you wake up tomorrow you'll know what this letter says.
firstly, why during your state of the union address did you sound like a drunk fratboy who wants to fight the kid who called your mom ugly? i SWEAR i'm not dissing on your mom again george, i'm just making a point. i mean i think your mom's a fox. a SILVER fox. but i still think you sounded drunk. and it's not really good to be the kid who's threatening everyone and getting ready to run home right after school.. you ARE almost out of office, after all. but then again, i guess i shouldn't underestimate the amount of havoc that you could wreak in the next few months.. i mean come on, the next president will probably either be a woman or a black guy, so my guess is that right now you're kind of mulling over the whole "democracy" thing and whether or not it's REALLY a good idea.
and hey, i've been thinking. since you can tap my phone calls and run all my digitally carried communications through scanners for key words like those of secret projects and terrorist plots, do you think you could just do my taxes for me from now on? I mean come on, you already know where I live, how much I make, whether or not I've got any kids or been married.. but just always check no on that "Donate to the Presidential Campaign blah blah blahhhh" crap box. that thing's like throwing my own tax money down the crapper. because uh, i know you don't directly take it out of my taxes, but .. well it comes from tax money george, so you guys will bleed it out of me some day.
i've also been considering this new idea for healthcare. it's actually low budget airlines disguised as medical transport planes, and when people get sick or have accidents I'll just charge them for the flight over to europe to cash in on those sweet free hospital visits. i mean it's not really ideal for someone who can't wait the five hour flight and THEN get into a terrible accident whose hospital bills will financially cripple them, but hey, it's the basics of a plan. just like iraq!
okay well, i'm pretty tired actually and i'm going to sleep. there are a lot more things i'd like to talk to you about.. but i think if condi spits too much paper into your mouth at one time you might throw up, and then the meaning of this letter is lost. we can't have that now, can we?
Goodnight george!
Love always,
kait.
part one!
there are some things i've been wanting to talk to you about, but you know, i've been so busy what with the whole .. imaginary time consuming thing... on my hands...
okay well, here are some things. if you can't read this many words, just give this letter to condi. she told me that she would chew it up and spit it into your mouth like you're a baby bird. apparently jesus just takes over from there, and when you wake up tomorrow you'll know what this letter says.
firstly, why during your state of the union address did you sound like a drunk fratboy who wants to fight the kid who called your mom ugly? i SWEAR i'm not dissing on your mom again george, i'm just making a point. i mean i think your mom's a fox. a SILVER fox. but i still think you sounded drunk. and it's not really good to be the kid who's threatening everyone and getting ready to run home right after school.. you ARE almost out of office, after all. but then again, i guess i shouldn't underestimate the amount of havoc that you could wreak in the next few months.. i mean come on, the next president will probably either be a woman or a black guy, so my guess is that right now you're kind of mulling over the whole "democracy" thing and whether or not it's REALLY a good idea.
and hey, i've been thinking. since you can tap my phone calls and run all my digitally carried communications through scanners for key words like those of secret projects and terrorist plots, do you think you could just do my taxes for me from now on? I mean come on, you already know where I live, how much I make, whether or not I've got any kids or been married.. but just always check no on that "Donate to the Presidential Campaign blah blah blahhhh" crap box. that thing's like throwing my own tax money down the crapper. because uh, i know you don't directly take it out of my taxes, but .. well it comes from tax money george, so you guys will bleed it out of me some day.
i've also been considering this new idea for healthcare. it's actually low budget airlines disguised as medical transport planes, and when people get sick or have accidents I'll just charge them for the flight over to europe to cash in on those sweet free hospital visits. i mean it's not really ideal for someone who can't wait the five hour flight and THEN get into a terrible accident whose hospital bills will financially cripple them, but hey, it's the basics of a plan. just like iraq!
okay well, i'm pretty tired actually and i'm going to sleep. there are a lot more things i'd like to talk to you about.. but i think if condi spits too much paper into your mouth at one time you might throw up, and then the meaning of this letter is lost. we can't have that now, can we?
Goodnight george!
Love always,
kait.