George W. and the Holy Grail!
I was bored at work, wrote this, and thought this would be funny if it were like a mini cartoon. Done in the style of the real people on south park. Like a plain head cut in half that bobs when it talks. Glen should get on that, he's all political, he'd probably enjoy it.
Bush: Old woman.
Dennis: Man.
Bush: Man, sorry. Did you know I live in that big white house over there?
Dennis: I'm 37.
Bush: What?
Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old.
Bush: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis".
Bush: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
Bush: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior.
Bush: Well I am the President.
Dennis: Oh, the President eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By starting a war. By hanging on to outdated Christian dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
Bush: I am your President.
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
Bush: A lot of people didn't vote for me.
Woman: Well how'd you become the President then?
Bush: The Governor of Florida, who is also my brother, sort of helped me out there. THAT is why I am your President.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, hick Governors in pivotal states, doling out fixed votes, is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical miscounting.
Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some imaginary votes happen to swing your way.
Dennis: Oh, but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because a relative of mine went around holding guns to peoples heads making them vote for me, they'd put me away.
Bush: (Grabbing Dennis) Shut Up!
Dennis: Come see the violence inherent in the system. Help, help, I'm being repressed.
Bush: Old woman.
Dennis: Man.
Bush: Man, sorry. Did you know I live in that big white house over there?
Dennis: I'm 37.
Bush: What?
Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old.
Bush: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis".
Bush: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
Bush: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior.
Bush: Well I am the President.
Dennis: Oh, the President eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By starting a war. By hanging on to outdated Christian dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
Bush: I am your President.
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
Bush: A lot of people didn't vote for me.
Woman: Well how'd you become the President then?
Bush: The Governor of Florida, who is also my brother, sort of helped me out there. THAT is why I am your President.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, hick Governors in pivotal states, doling out fixed votes, is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical miscounting.
Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some imaginary votes happen to swing your way.
Dennis: Oh, but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because a relative of mine went around holding guns to peoples heads making them vote for me, they'd put me away.
Bush: (Grabbing Dennis) Shut Up!
Dennis: Come see the violence inherent in the system. Help, help, I'm being repressed.