DUBYA'S PRAYER, a bio-snoop.com theater presentation. Laura sat on the side of the bed, adjusting her leather teddy for the night. Dubya knelt on the other side, his hands clasped tightly in prayer. First a word from our sponsor, bio-snoop.com. Does your boss know you're here, reading this, right now? Do you want your boss, your parents, or your wife or husband to find out about everything you do online?At bio-snoop.com, we have the leading products for protecting your privacy, permanently and safely purging your electronic trail, and detecting and removing spyware.
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Now, back to our story, Dubya's prayer. Dubya spoke, almost silently. "Dread Lord, I have given tons of money to the wealthy, but America's economy is still in the shitter. What should I do? Should I give the rich more money?"
Laura's body stiffened like a limp balloon becoming fully inflated. Her head slowly turned 180 degrees, to face her husband. Her vacant eyes became glowing embers. Tiny flashes of light, as from a distant violent thunderstorm, shown from her mouth, which was open slightly. From this storm, a voice hissed out.
You have nothing to fear, My pet. What is, matters not. Only what is perceived. Do you remember, after Afghanistan, when you announced your plans to attack Iraq?Dubya's stern frowny-face grew an impish grin. "Master, would you stay inside Laura for another couple of minutes? We can do some of your work right here and now. "Tune in again for another episode of bio-snoop.com theater. Posted by bio-snoop at February 21, 2004 09:34 PM
America, with one united voice replied, "Huh?". For 6 months, you beat the war drum, until slowly, they took their places, in line behind you. Do you remember that, My precious?
The time has come to beat the drum again. Not for Iraq, which I promised unto you so many years ago, but for the economy. Tell your people to heed not the wailing of the unemployed factory worker or computer programmer. Their jobs are desperately needed by the starving masses in Mexico, India, China, and so many other deserving nations. Beat the drum for the new, exciting opportunities created by smaller, entreprenerial companies in the janitorial and trash collection fields. Ask your people how there can be a "job shortage" when Americans work longer hours than in any industrialized nation in the world!
And fear not, my Best Beloved. We will not fail. You have served Me well and We have much work yet to do.