President Bush's remarks, made to wife Laura Bush, came after the couple watched a preview copy of "Path to 9/11" in the Chief Executive bedchamber on Air Force One. The Presidential Couple were flying back to Washington, D.C. from Atlanta where Bush delivered a speech recalling how he was right about how the war against terrorism would take a long time.
Their conversation, based on a report in which some characters were composites, and some scenes were made up, went something like this:
"What do you mean, mendacious," asked Laura soothingly, sensing her husband's temper heating up. "What do you mean, grossly inaccurate?"
George W. grunted and sat up in bed. "Saddam: we had 'em," George W. replied, eyes flashing. "But Big Daddy let 'em go."
"Now don't you go talking about Big Daddy Bush like that," Laura said nervously, clutching her nightgown up around her throat.
George W. snorted, got up from the bed and began pacing. "Big Daddy thinks he's the only one can smell mendacity. Well, I tell you, girl, I'm sick of it! I'm sick of him and Colin Powell. And the damn U.N. . They don't give me credit for what I done. What they wasn't man enough to do! And neither does this damn movie!"
"Come back to bed, sugar," Laura whispered, patting the blanket. "Come and give me some of the mandacity -- if you know what I mean."
"That Saddam tried to kill my Daddy," George W. fairly spat. "But does that damn movie show that? No! Do they show that Saddam plottin' 'gainst Big Daddy? No, suh!"
"It's just a movie, Georgie Dub," Laura pleaded. "Let it go. Come on here to me and we can both let it go."
George W. glared at Laura, his eyes hard, tight and mean. "I did let it go. And I done it to stop the Islamofacism. Not like Big Daddy. I ain't no appeaser!"
"Shut your mouth, George W." Laura said, her eyes wide with shock.
"'Peasin' the U.N.! 'Peasin' Colin Powell! Took a man like George W. here to go and clean up that Islamomess in Iraq. Took a real man like George W. here to spread universal freedom. Took a real man like George W. here to bomb the ever-lovin' crap outa that Islamofacist craphole of a country! Big Daddy weren't never hard enough." George W. stopped and stared at Laura. "'Ceptin maybe with you."
"Georgie, no!" Laura said, pleading, her eyes filling with tears. "Nothin' ever happened between Big Daddy and me. How many times do I have to say that? How many times?"
"How 'bout you and Colin Powell," George W. sneered. "You ain't gonna deny that happened, are you?"
Laura moaned into her cupped hands and shook her head. "You know I never slept with anyone but you, George W.," she said softly.
"Why'd you have him in the bedroom, then, woman?" George W. roared. "And don't you tell me again you called him in to bust up no chiffarobe!"
Just then the intercom by the bed flashed and buzzed, the digital screen showing the cell phone number of Karl Rove.
George W. slapped the button. "Dammit, Karl," George W. shouted. "You know you can't use a cellphone on Air Force One. You want Osama and al Queda listenin' in?"
Rove's voice drifted lazily from the speaker. "So what did you think of the movie? Good, right?"
"Where's the part where I tell off Big Daddy!" shouted George W. "You said you'd get it in there! Where is it, Turd Blossom?"
"Please don't call him that, Georgie," whispered Laura from the bed. "It's not dignified."
"Hey, Turd Blossom," George W. said caustically, turning to glare at his wife. "You shut down that cell phone right now or I'll be siccin' your ol' Islamosadist boyfriend on you again!"
The intercom clicked, the light flickered off.
"Heh, heh, heh," chuckled George W. Then turning to his wife he said, "I ain't done with you yet, woman, so don't you go thinkin' I am."***********************************************
This exchange between George W. Bush, Laura Bush, and Karl Rove was recovered in January, 2006 by the CIA from the laptop of an al Queda terrorist, Ahman al Muhummadan. Muhammadan had sold the television rights to the story CBS in 2005, for which he was paid $10 million dollars.
Because of the determined efforts of Karl Rove and Paul Mellon Scaife, however, CBS cancelled the production before filming could begin.
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How do I know this? How do I, Paul M. Sark, a man whose life is remarkably similar to that of George W. Bush's know this?
Because.
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2 comments:
And I'm glad that you're sharing your becauses with us, Mr. Sark.
I was wondering how you knew all this. But then you explained it.
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