“Hold the ladder steady, idiot!” Bush yelled as he waved his hammer.
“Shouldn’t other people be doing this?” Scott McClellan questioned as he tried to hold the ladder outside the entrance to the Senate chambers.
“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself,” Bush answered as he continued his work. “I wonder if Durbin’s apology will have any effect on the crazies he stirred up?”
“Even one of their own Senators say they are like Nazis!” yelled one Muslim, “We are justified in killing the Americans and those who support them!”
The others Muslims nodded in angry agreement.
One Muslim came running up to the others. “Senator Dick Durbin apologized for his remarks!”
“Then it’s not true that the Americans are like Nazis!” said one.
“We’ve been misdirecting our anger all along,” said another.
“From now on, let’s love and support America,” proclaimed the head of the mob, “but, first, let’s head to McDonald’s and declare jihad… on our appetites!”
“You know, I spoke very forcefully against Sen. Durbin’s remarks,” Scott said proudly.
“Yeah, but no one listens to you, Tubby,” Bush answered as he continued hammering. “Now I just hope we can put this whole Gitmo debate behind us.”
The hooded figure or Karl Rove emerged from the shadows. “Your poll numbers are down. This does not bode well.”
“So what, Rover?” Bush replied, “Not like I’m running for anything.”
“But we must keep people supporting you so they shall support all Republicans in turn. Then the Republican takeover can be complete and the prophecy fulfilled.”
“I don’t see why my poll numbers are dropping,” Bush said, “I’m a real likeable guy and…” Bush spotted someone walking by and quickly leaped down from the ladder and grabbed him, slamming him up against the wall. “Thought you could sneak by me, huh?” Bush yelled in anger.
“No! No!” Senator Frist replied.
Bush slammed his hammer into the wall right next to Frist’s head. “I want my up or down vote on Bolton! You hear me!”
“I’ll get it for you! I promise!”
“You better! Or I’ll just kill you and get myself a new Majority Leader in the Senate!”
Bush let go of Frist who quickly ran off. Bush then climbed back up the ladder. “As I was saying, I’m a likeable guy. Only people who are stupid and dumb would be against me. I think I’ll go on the air and say that. People don’t like being called stupid and dumb.” Bush then grumbled to himself, “I know I hate it.”
Rove sighed an unholy sigh and faded back into the shadows. Bush went back to work, but then stopped when he heard a strange noise. “What’s that?”
“Conyers had so much fun doing a mock impeachment hearing,” Scott explained, “that him and friends are now on the Capitol steps doing a full production of Rent.”
“Sometime I think I’m the only sane one here.” After a little bit more hammering, Bush climbed down the ladder to look at his work. Over the entrance to the Senate chambers was the sign, “NO CRYING ALLOWED.”
“So that’s it, then?” Scott asked.
“Yep,” Bush answered, “I thought it was important to get that up before the vote on Bolton. One more Senator crying, and no one will ever respect America again. That’s why I put this sign up… to help with our effort in the war!”
“Speaking of that,” Scott said, “there were some issues I know Condi wanted to discuss with you on…”
“Bah!” Bush interrupted, “That’s enough work for one day. Now let’s go goof-off and eat Doritos like a jailed dictator.”
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