Russians to Militarize Schools

SCENE: The Oval Office. GW Bush hunched over the enormous desk,
glasses on, pen in hand, brow wrinkled in concentration; seemingly
dealing with Affairs of State of huge importance....
ENTER CONDOLEEEZZA RICE, without knocking:

:CRurgently: Meessa Presidonk! Meessa Presidonk Suh!! De Rushians! De..

INCONGRUOUSLY, Bush's face goes beet-red as he looks up, a furtive and
anguished expression of panic fleets across his wily, rat-like eyes..
then (just as quickly) he seizes up a document for close inspection,
thus covering his face..

GW(behind the paper): What is it Condi? Don't you knock? What is it?
What?

:CR: MEESSA PRESIDONK! MEESSA PRESIDONK!!

GW: don't call me that

:But SUH! MEESSSA PRESIDONK!! DE RUSH..

GW: don't call me that!

:Yessuh sorree suh. Sorreeee..

A *THUD* IS HEARD, AND, FROM UNDER THE DESK, SOMEONE LOUDLY UTTERS THE
EPITHET: "Damn!"

:CR: "HAI! AI!! WHATTI!! WHATTI??"

HUGELY COMPOSED, THE URBANE Richard Perle emerges from under the desk,
brushing at his lapel.

RP: I dropped my pen what of it? What of it, eh? Condi?

:CR: No no no no i jiz sked! you sked me Massa Pell! I sked! De Presidonk..

GW(still behind the document): don't call me that.

Bewildered, CR finds herself staring at the paper behind which the
President is ensconced. She stares blankly at a procession of crudely
drawn, clumsy stick-figures and rude, awkward letters denoting their
identities. Suddenly she sees a roughly drawn oval with a circle as
head and four sticks projecting underneath..

:CR: Spottie! Is Spottie Meesa Presidonk? Spottie!

RP: Don't call him that. I say, Condi, did you know, when you raise your head like that, I can see your brain?

GW giggles at the joke, squirming deliciously in the chair (that
showed her!); then lowering the paper and turning it around...

GW:excited: Yes, it's spotty and there's dada, an' mommeee, an'

RP: Shut up George!

GW: Right! (I knew that)

:CR: BUT MEESSA PRESIDONK!! DE RUSHIA..

RP: SHUT UP CONDI!!!

:CR: yessuh massah Pell suh. I sorree. I so sorreeeeee

From: (Grantland)

SCENE: The Oval Office. GW Bush hunched over the enormous desk,
glasses on, pen in hand, brow wrinkled in concentration; seemingly
dealing with Affairs of State of huge importance....
ENTER CONDOLEEEZZA RICE, without knocking:

:CRurgently: Meessa Presidonk! Meessa Presidonk Suh!! De Rushians! De..

INCONGRUOUSLY, Bush's face goes beet-red as he looks up, a furtive and
anguished expression of panic fleets across his wily, rat-like eyes..
then (just as quickly) he seizes up a document for close inspection,
thus covering his face..

GW(behind the paper): What is it Condi? Don't you knock? What is it?
What?

:CR: MEESSA PRESIDONK! MEESSA PRESIDONK!!

GW: don't call me that

:But SUH! MEESSSA PRESIDONK!! DE RUSH..

GW: don't call me that!

:Yessuh sorree suh. Sorreeee..

A *THUD* IS HEARD, AND, FROM UNDER THE DESK, SOMEONE LOUDLY UTTERS THE
EPITHET: "Damn!"

:CR: "HAI! AI!! WHATTI!! WHATTI??"

HUGELY COMPOSED, THE URBANE Richard Perle emerges from under the desk,
brushing at his lapel.

RP: I dropped my pen what of it? What of it, eh? Condi?

:CR: No no no no i jiz sked! you sked me Massa Pell! I sked! De
Presidonk..

GW(still behind the document): don't call me that.

Bewildered, CR finds herself staring at the paper behind which the
President is ensconced. She stares blankly at a procession of crudely
drawn, clumsy stick-figures and rude, awkward letters denoting their
identities. Suddenly she sees a roughly drawn oval with a circle as
head and four sticks projecting underneath..

:CR: Spottie! Is Spottie Meesa Presidonk? Spottie!

RP: Don't call him that. I say, Condi, did you know, when you raise your
head like that, I can see your brain?

GW giggles at the joke, squirming deliciously in the chair (that
showed her!); then lowering the paper and turning it around...

GW:excited: Yes, it's spotty and there's dada, an' mommeee, an'

RP: Shut up George!

GW: Right! (I knew that)

:CR: BUT MEESSA PRESIDONK!! DE RUSHIA..

RP: SHUT UP CONDI!!!

:CR: yessuh massah Pell suh. I sorree. I so sorreeeeee

Yourracism is showing, boy.

Dan, U.S. Air Force, retired

"Grantland" wrote in message
...

Why don't you like black people?

"David E. Powell" wrote:

Why don't you like black people?

What gives you that idea? Did I get the accent wrong?

Grantland

David E. Powell wrote:

"Grantland" wrote in message
...

Why don't you like black people?




Me thinks he doth protest too much -- G-land, that is. You don't
suppose...?

David Windhorst wrote:
David E. Powell wrote:

Why don't you like black people?

Me thinks he doth protest too much -- G-land, that is. You don't
suppose...?

Fascist South Africans like Grantland are still seething mad over
the demise of Apartheid. What Grantland really needs is an attitude
adjustment therefore I propose forcing him to give up his freedoms
and all his worldly possessions and become a slave laborer in some
South African diamond mine...under the direct supervision of South
African blacks, of course. That, now THAT oughta' REALLY send him
into another one of his profane, racist, froth-filled tizzy fits!

Mike Marron wrote:

David Windhorst wrote:
David E. Powell wrote:

Why don't you like black people?

Me thinks he doth protest too much -- G-land, that is. You don't
suppose...?

Fascist South Africans like Grantland are still seething mad over
the demise of Apartheid.

Tarver you stupid loser. Who do you think you fool with your absurd
sockpuppets? Weren't you just crowing about South Africa having the
highest crime/rape/murder rates in the world in another thread? Eh?
I'm supposed to be happy about that, am I? People are being savagely
murdered all over the place - another Haiti. And if I don't like it,
why then I must be "evil", "hateful", a Nazi". You suck and we will
defeat you. You filthy piece of ****. We will burn you on a bonfire.

Grantland

What Grantland really needs is an attitude
adjustment therefore I propose forcing him to give up his freedoms
and all his worldly possessions and become a slave laborer in some
South African diamond mine...under the direct supervision of South
African blacks, of course. That, now THAT oughta' REALLY send him
into another one of his profane, racist, froth-filled tizzy fits!

(Grantland) wrote:
Mike Marron wrote:

Fascist South Africans like Grantland are still seething mad over
the demise of Apartheid. What Grantland really needs is an attitude
adjustment therefore I propose forcing him to give up his freedoms
and all his worldly possessions and become a slave laborer in some
South African diamond mine...under the direct supervision of South
African blacks, of course. That, now THAT oughta' REALLY send him
into another one of his profane, racist, froth-filled tizzy fits!

Weren't you just crowing about South Africa having the
highest crime/rape/murder rates in the world in another thread? Eh?
I'm supposed to be happy about that, am I? People are being savagely
murdered all over the place - another Haiti. And if I don't like it,
why then I must be "evil", "hateful", a Nazi". You suck and we will
defeat you. You filthy piece of ****. We will burn you on a bonfire.

Cha Ching!

And after you serve your time laboring in the mines under the
supervision of blacks, your daughters shall be forced to bear
the children of black men...

(Grantland = lump of clay in my hands...)