The hooded figure of Karl Rove emerged from the shadows. "The time has come," he intoned. He then tossed off his cloak. "To party!"

Music played, and all the Bush administration danced around. Chomps began angrily/happily attacking the furniture.

"You're making a mess!" Laura chided.

Bush grabbed her and started dancing with her. "And we have four years to clean it up."

"I'm glad you didn't fail to win reelection," Rumsfeld said, "I had such a great collection of terrorist skulls, but I want to collect them all!"

"And I have so many more evil schemes to plot," Condi said as she smiled wickedly.

"Plus Halliburton demands more mindless destruction!" Cheney said.

"And I'm starting to like talking to the press," Scott McClellan said, "They don't spit at me as much anymore."

"Quiet, everybody, I'm making a phone call," Bush said as he picked up the phone.

"Daschle here."

"It's Bush. I'm saddened to hear you'll be leaving us."

"Thanks. It's been..."

"Jackass!" Bush laughed, "Don't let the Capitol door hit you in the ass on the way out!"

"We still have to work with each other for a couple more months and..."

Bush handed the phone to Cheney. "Tell him what he can do to himself."

"Certainly, sir."

Bush spotted his daughters. "How are my little angels doing?"

"We're drunk!" they answered.

"That's my girls!"

Condi then walked up to Bush. "All this partying is fine, but let's not forget about terrorism."

"I won't," Bush answered, "but where is your blouse?"

"I'm looking for it!" Condi answered defensively.

"Well, don't worry about terrorism; I've informed our troops to work extra-hard to kill terrorists."

* * * *

Buck the Marine's commanding officer announced, "President Bush has been reelected."

A loud "Ooh-rah!" was heard.

"And now the terrorist killing quota has been upped. You all need to kill at least six before you can get lunch."

Buck prepped his M-16. "I'm going to kill me ten!"

* * * *

"This party is getting out of control," Laura warned Bush, "How many times have I told your friends no fireworks indoors?"

"I'm sorry, dear, but we like super won!" Bush said. He then opened a window and shouted out, "Who's your president?"

"You are!" came back thousands of voices.

"Well, don't let it get to your head," Laura stated, "You still have lots of work to do."

"And I'll get to it," Bush answered, "but just imagine what all those nuts against me must be doing now."

* * * *

"Mr. Stevenson, Michael Moore is in the freezer section eating all the pints of Ben & Jerry's!"

"Then get a hose and chase him away."

The teenager glanced towards the ice cream and shivered. "But I'm scared."

* * * *

"The Americans reelected Bush!" a terrorist yelled in panic, "I thought we broke their spirit!"

"We broke nothing!" a terrorist - probably named Mohammed - exclaimed.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Buck the Marine and I'm here to kill you all."

"Uh... we're not here."

* * * *

"The press want a statement!" Scott said excitedly, "Can I talk to them? Huh? Huh?"

Bush slapped Scott. "No. I'm talking to them. This one is important."

Bush walked out of the White House to greet the press. "Hey everybody. Looks like the American people like me and hate you jokers." Bush looked to one reporter. "You from CBS?"

"Yes."

Bush drew his single-action army and fired at the reporter's feet. "Dance!" When the gun ran out of bullets, Bush kicked the reporter in the head. "Now get out of here."

"So do you think you have a mandate?" one reporter asked.

"Yes, a mandate to do whatever the hell I want. Yee-haw!" Bush shouted. Bush then pulled out a phone. "Bomb a country... I don't care which - surprise me!"

"Are you going to try to unite this divided country?"

"Well, I looked into the problem, and found that the reason there is so much division is there are a bunch of 'tards out there who disagree with me," Bush said, "Either they can wise up or I can have the majority who agree with me beat up the minority against me."

"Are you now mad with power?"

"Pretty much," Bush said as he reloaded his six-shooter. He then fired at the press as they scattered. "Yee-haw!"

* * * *

The flicker of the T.V. set illuminated a horrible visage. "Yes, celebrate now. These next four years just give me time to grow in power and to plan my way to control of America... and thus the world!"

She then laughed a horrible cackle that even scared the demons of hell.

TO BE CONTINUED OVER THE NEXT FOUR YEARS...

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