George H.W. Bush
George H.W. Bush took his cock out and began stroking it. “The Reverend Sun Myung-Moon, of course, is a good friend, and the Washington Times[1] is an independent source.” He coughed.
“Now, you're probably wondering why I'm down here in South — Central America,” he smiled. He started stroking his cock again. “Well hopefully I won't lose the election to some newcomer who goes on Arsenio Hall plays saxophone and wins over the general population!”
He grins again.
“Now why would that happen?”
THE END
[1] Run at a $100 million dollar a year loss — it's in David Brock's Blinded by the Right (2002), didn't you know that? — ed.
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Author's Note
"The Wimp Factor!" "The Limp Factor!" "The Bitch Factor!"
"I couldn't have lost — how can this be, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"
#reaganwasenough #sorrybuddyyoureWHOPPERJR #dontstickuswithYOURSONviaSCALIAandallbecauseyoureBITTERornothing--
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