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Steve Gilliard wrote this imagined dialogue between Bush Senior (41st president) and Junior (illegitimately elected 43rd). The substance is there, but this conversation would never occur in a patrician family like the Bushes'. 41 would communicate his concerns to Barbara or one of Bush's brothers, who would pass it along to Junior. An even more likely scenario is that Senior would weakly, passively say nothing and Barbara (possibly after a few cocktails) would instigate and deliver the lines below:
The Bush family is sitting in the White House family quarters.

41 is standing, 43, sullen and silent while Barbara looks on

41: Son, you're in real trouble now

43: Whatever

41: No, son. You're in this up to your ass and I cannot fix it. I thought Dick would look out for you, but his ass is cooked as well.

43: I'll handle it.

41: Handle what? What are you going to handle? A prosecutor?

43: I'll pardon them

41: No you won't. You wanna be impeached like Clinton? People don't like you, George. You're mean and crude and this day has been coming for years.

[etc]

- tom moody 10-29-2005 6:38 pm [link] [add a comment]