Just after election day 2004, George W. Bush woke the next morning to a bright sunny day. It was a stupendous day and he — even at 58 — had a morning wood! It was a fabulous feeling. He was on top of the world as he rose from his delicate slumber — his $1500 sheets slid off his back and he placed his royal presidential feet on the rose colored rug next to the bed. He then slid into his favorite plush slippers — each mounted with a cushy head of Karl Rove looking up at him... smiling.
He opened the door to his private lavatory where a robust secret service agent was eagerly waiting to greet his beloved president, help him brush his teeth and boost him into the already running hot shower. "Thank You" he said as the agent helped him as he removed his "My way or death" t-shirt and slid his silk boxers off — brightly emblazoned in neon red on black across the buttocks — they say "I love Dick 2004". Oh, what a perfect morning — perfect indeed.
There has never been a finer morning for this president. His skin was like silk and he felt like he could just float on air. Even his first stolen election did not fill him with this much joy and machismmo. He had lied, cheated, raped and spent millions of dollars and conquered for a second time — for the most powerful position in the world and he was as hard as a rock — indestructible! He couldn't resist stroking...
51% of this country voted to return him to power even though more than half of the American public polled before the election disagreed with his policies and the job he had completed so far. Damn, he thought as he soaped and stroked... I love America. Oh, ignorant America how I love you. How easy you are to manipulate.
After his morning shower he got dressed in his finest suit and blue tie and went down to meet his wife and staff for the first day of his second term. Finally, he could do whatever he wanted. He had massive "political capital" provided by the masses and damn-it he was going to spend it! Now he could finally kick some ass in Iraq, he could really kick those environmentalists in their grimy, tree hugging nuts. The list was long, his ambitious domestic agenda was massive and he was ready to roll as soon as possible. He had never said no to a spending bill before and NOW he could really open the flood gates!