bush speech

[Dan Scanlan <dscanlan@xxxxxxx>]

Bush's speech to troops Thanksgiving Day, according to www.whitehouse.org

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PRESIDENT'S SURPRISE THANKSGIVING REMARKS TO TROOPS DURING HIS BRAVE,
150-MINUTE, AFTER-DARK JAUNT TO THE MAXIMUM-SECURITY HEART OF THE
"MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" ZONE
Remarks by the President to the Troops
Baghdad Airport, Iraq

THE PRESIDENT: Thank you! Thank you! It's great to be here in
Baghdad! Well, this impenetrable all-American Christian oasis that
just happens to be in Baghdad, anyway.

(Applause.)

Hope my popping in for a few campaign photos isn't too inconvenient,
boys. Besides, I was looking for a warm Thanksgiving dinner that
wasn't cooked by the old ball and chain. Now don't get me wrong -
Laura's Smoked Freedom Fowl is plenty tasty - but all the Parliament
Menthol ashes in her gravy give me the Hershey Squirts something
awful.

(Laughter.)

Now as you lowly grunts are no doubt acutely aware, today is
Thanksgiving, a day when white Republicans with enough money and
connections to get out of active combat duty gather comfortably in
their sprawling homes to indulge in the uniquely American art of
gluttony. On this day, we give thanks that Jesus saw fit to help us
kill the Injuns and become the most powerful and super-superior
nation on Earth. And this year in particular, we are also thankful
that you military folk are here in Iraq, obediently following my
orders to sink deeper into geopolitical quicksand so that America's
petrochemical industry can reap the rewards of 21st century
imperialism.

(Applause.)

You know, now that I think about it, this is the second best
Thanksgiving Day surprise I ever done pulled - after that one time
back in '76 when my frat brother Ogre came down to Midland. After
dinner, me and him got so wasted on Jägermeister that when Ogre was
all "Hump the gobbler!", I was all "Bitchen!" Well you can just
imagine the look on the Missus' face when she stumbled in for a
refill and saw me, pants around my ankles, hooting and hollering as I
showed that greasy, piping-hot hen carcass what it means to be loved
by a real Bushman. Surprise, Pickles! Har, Har! But this here
surprise, well, wow, man. I gotta hand it to Karl for cooking this
one up.

That is why today, I bring a message on behalf of America: we stand
solidly behind our troops - no matter what. No matter that there were
no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. No matter that there was no
connection between Iraq and Al Qaeda. No matter that Osama and Saddam
are still at large, laughing at us. No matter that Afghanistan has
been virtually abandoned and is slowly reverting back to Taliban
control. And most of all, no matter that there's no light at the end
of the tunnel. Because when any true American says "I Support Our
Troops" - what he's really saying is, "GEORGE W. BUSH IS 100% PERFECT
AND NEVER MAKES GINORMOUS MISTAKES AND TO EVEN SUGGEST OTHERWISE IS
NO DIFFERENT FROM FLICKING A BOOGER IN THE OPEN MOUTH OF A CRIPPLED
WAR HERO!"

(Applause.)

Speaking personally, I want to express my thanks to those few dozen
of you enlisted folks who haven't yet complained on camera to the
hippy news media about what a big old clusterfuck this mission has
turned into. You know, about how after squashing the Iraqi army and
their fearsome arsenal of M-80's and BB guns, absolutely nothing has
gone anything like I said it would? I really do appreciate it.
Fortunately, we can all be thankful that some voters are buying this
neat-o new argument that we are fighting terrorists here instead of
at home. Next year we're applying this logic to the War on Drugs - by
invading Argentina and killing their women and children before any
more yummy cocaine finds its way back into the false bottom of my
monogrammed Waterman fountain pen. All in the name of FREEDOM®!

(Applause.)

You know, as I was making my high speed corkscrew descent a few
minutes ago under cover of night in my ultra-luxury 747, I couldn't
help but think how lousy it must be to not only be in this Mulamian
armpit during daylight, but to also actually be exposed to genuine
Iraqi rabble. And that, my friends, is precisely why I'm high-tailing
it out of here this evening after only 150 minutes on the ground.

(Applause.)

In closing, I don't know how many of you will survive to see your
smiling faces in my potently narcotic campaign commercials, but hear
me now: your blind loyalty will pay off in the long haul. By allowing
me to emotionally molest you children on the day of the year when you
are most vulnerable, when all you want is the warm embrace of family
instead of a car bomb lotto ticket, you have given me an early X-mas
present in the form of a sexy photo shoot that is politically
bulletproof - something that your flak jackets and HumVees only sort
of are.

So smile pretty, because together, I will win in November - and that
means the Southern Military Welfare State will continue to gorge on
its nearly $400 Billion budget. So everybody wins - poor folks who
depend on the armed forces for the money to theoretically go to
school and improve their pathetic, tacky lots in life... and us
Princes of New England, who rightfully lead just as we were born to.
Lead from BEHIND the battle lines, mind you.

OK, have the FOX boys in the custom-truncated news pool got the
damned pictures yet? Good. Let's hit the road.

(Applause.)