I Cogitate

Oh mama!

We just barely escaped Saddam's mushroom cloud in time and here comes yet another jam.

I'm so damn glad (sorry for swearin' Momma) we have Masculine George in charge. He takes care of us. Gettin' rid of the evil guys and bad things is job one for him. Look at Saddam--all locked away tighter than than Betty Sue on her weddin' night. (Oops. sorry Momma, that was an overshare) .

Rather (oh, how I just hate to type that word!) than let it become Social Insecurity, Masculine George is out in front leadin' the charge as usual and fightin' like the dickens to head off another crisis hurtlin' towards us.

Yep, them reporters (as if anyone just reports!) last week tried to trick him into revealin' all the details of his new plan to rescue us from going broke. I say string up them traitor bastards (sorry again Momma, I just get so worked up). If he told them what he was gonna do then all our enemies would know. Simple as that. Is that what they want? Maybe that's want Dan "Demo" Rather would like to see. You don't see the patriots at Fox badgerin' our leader.

And them Democrats, what do they have to say? Nothin' but bad, bad, bad, as usual. The world is goin' to hell in a hand basket (gotta confess I'm not real sure just what a hand basket is and sorry again Momma for swearing) and the Democrats just wanna b***h (caught myself that time) and moan. The next thing we'll probably hear from the Demos is that they want to hold a meetin' in some place like New York City, involvin' the oil-for-food loonies at the U.N.

Masculine George has a plan. The Master's Plan.

Hold it, what's that I hear outside? Bejesus Momma, Masculine George is on our frontporch...he's sounding like a wolf. A cryin' wolf at that.

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