The one thing that pisses me off more than anything is betrayal so I definitely was not going to let this Dubya dip shit get away with running off with Dick and making a fool of me to boot. I thought of a friend of mine I worked with on Hellfire missile development at Lockheed who had recently joined the NSA. I helped him get through a nasty divorce and I was sure he would be glad to return the favor. I wasn’t interested in, how shall I say it, getting anything done to Dick and the little Jezebel. I just wanted to know what the hell happened. My friend was glad to oblige. You can imagine my shock when I was told not only were they planning to run off together, they were planning to run off with the country as well. My feelings for Dick notwithstanding, I just couldn’t imagine him at the helm of the greatest country on earth especially with a little shit for brains pile of potato peels at his side. That was when my friend showed me a photo of the two of them in a huge red Chevy convertible on their way to Vegas. The enigmatically attractive look of menacing thuggery that so often graced Dick’s face had warped into a demented sadistic mask and the hysterically crazed demeanor of his new pet was truly terrifying. The idea of the two of them getting anywhere near the White House shot a spear of ice up my spine. Thank God reality intervened. Let it go, I said to myself. You’ll never see either one of them again.
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