“And now, the next nominee for the Supreme Court…” Bush yelled, and the crowd of conservatives went wild. Bush then pulled back the curtain. “Some woman!”
“Hi, everybody!”
The stunned silence was broken by a few coughs.
Bush looked at the crowd with confusion. “What?”

“Yay! Everybody is here in the Oval Office for that videogame tournament,” Bush exclaimed excitedly, “Even Rummy is here, and I didn’t even think he knew what videogames are.”
The door to the Oval Office was closed by Cheney. “Actually, we weren’t truthful when we said there was going to be a White House videogame tournament,” he said, “In fact, this is an intervention.”
“For what?” Bush asked as Laura led him to a chair.
“For being either stupid or crazy,” Condi answered, “We’re not exactly sure.”
“Can an intervention cure that?” Bush inquired.
Laura held his hands. “It seemed worth a shot.”
“My job was to bring drinks!” Scott McClellan added proudly.
“Can we get all this talking over with quick before it turns me into a fruit?” Rumsfeld growled, his rottweiler Chomps sitting by his side and looking just as angry.
“Well, why does everybody think I’m stupid and/or crazy now?”
“We always suspected it,” Laura answered, “but, now, with the nomination of Harriet Miers…”
“Is that what this is about?” Bush said with surprise, “What’s wrong with her?”
“I appreciate the cronyism,” Cheney answered, “but why in the world would you pick her out of all the possible choices in the entire country?”
“Because everyone is worried I’d pick a Souter like my father,” Bush replied, “and I’ve learned from the mistakes of my father such as make sure you finish the war in Iraq and don’t be not reelected. So, I picked someone I know who isn’t going to be a surprise when she gets in the Court. And I know… uh… what’s-her-face, and respect her judgment. Every time she sees me, she compliments my tie… and even ties that one time I accidentally wore two at once. That’s who I want on the court!”
“But even our illegal immigrant janitor has more legal qualifications!” Condi shouted.
“Si,” said Pedro as he emptied the Oval Office wastepaper basket, “Las calificaciones legales de Harriet Miers son dudosas.”
“No one other than you would have even thought to choose her,” Cheney stated.
“She was on Harry Reid’s list!” Bush answered defensively.
Laura slapped Bush in the face. “Do you even hear what you’re saying?”
“Fine,” Bush groaned, “everyone hates Harriet Miers. Anyone else have something to add?”
Chomps ran over and bit Bush in the leg. “Son of a…”
“I second what Chomps said,” Rumsfeld declared, “Also, where is the open bar we were promised?”
“When I was told to bring to drinks, I thought that meant punch. So… AWW MY LEG!”
Chomps pulled Scott out of his chair and started to drag him across the room.
“Well, I’ve had enough of this!” Bush asserted as he got up, “I stand by my decisions!” When he opened the office door, there stood Harriet Miers.
“I heard everyone in here and wondered what was going on,” she said.
“Uh… nothing.”
“By the way, I just read the Constitution for the first time and it’s neato! Have you read it before?”
“I… uh… scanned it once.”
“Being a Supreme Court Justice is going to be fun! Yay!” Harriet Miers then ran off.
Bush looked back to everyone in his office. “As soon as she starts making judicial decisions, you’re all going to love her.” He then stormed off.
“Well, this administration is over,” Cheney declared, “Might as well start working on our next jobs. I’m thinking of forming an elite group of bounty hunters. Who’s in?”