This is Part III of an ongoing, behind-the-scenes look at the Bush White House Media Manipulation Center.

Part I: Secret GOP Convention Plans

Part II: The TV Ad

Location: Underground Bunker at The GOP's Ken Starr Strategic Media Manipulation Center.

President Bush is accompanied by two Secret Service Agents and a pair of marionette handlers wearing Exxon/Mobil flags in their jacket lapels.

The puppeteers tow the President through the titanium doors of the Starr Media Center and drag him down a long hall toward the Presidential Conference Room.

On the way, Bush passes a stainless steel bunker with a large plateglass window; the entourage pauses while the President sticks his nose to the glass and peers inside.

There, attached to millions of wires terminating in a giant computer, is the head of Dick Cheney — floating in a glowing, greenish liquid inside a large jar and accompanied by Theramin music.

[Label on Jar: "DICK HEAD"]

BUSH: Is that a lava lamp?

AIDE: No sir, that's... um... that's your "Daddy".

BUSH: [knocking on glass] God! Yaweh! DUDE! Hey Big Guy, it's me!

AIDE: No sir, not that one. The other one. The most important one...

BUSH: Kenny Boy! Hey, Kenny-Boy, got any stock tips for your ol' pal?!

AIDE: No sir, not that one either; and... um, sir.... about that Kenny-Boy — listen sir, you just need to forget about him.

BUSH: Kenny Boy? Why?

AIDE: Well, sir, it's election time — and a few years ago, his old company bankrupted half the retirement funds in the country, helped wreck the economy, and highlighted what a rigged system we've got set up for the rich and the corporations they run. So even though he was the main advisor for the Vice President's Energy Plan, he's off "The List".

BUSH: The list?

AIDE: Yes sir, it's all about lists. See, anytime somebody goes from the "Top Advisor and Campaign Contributor" list over to "Recently Indicted" list, we just forget we ever knew them. We don't mention them, Mr. President, and hope everybody else forgets as well...

BUSH: Oh, I see. If they go from the Lincoln Bedroom to a prison cell, we just forget they ever existed, right?

AIDE: Yes sir, that's correct. The slightest hint of criminal activity from your staff, friends, advisors, or CEO cronies — just hit the "Erase Button" in your mind.

[AIDE #2 holds up a copy of "My Pet Goat" — points at cover, nods head and smiles]