Mister Bush, this is your wakeup call.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

Your checkout time is approaching. I'm sorry, but we can't hold your room for you after tonight. A President Kerry will be using your current quarters from now on. Can we arrange a taxi to take you back to Crawford?

Nobody wants you here any more, Mister Bush. I think after tonight you will realize that. And please tell your friend, a Mister Rove, we're aware of him and his dirty tricks, and we won't be falling for anything he may think he has planned to extend your stay.

You see, Mister Bush, in spite of what you've been told, we're not stupid. We're not hicks, and we're not naive. We've been keeping an eye on you and your friends, and all the damage you've done do our property will be added to your final bill. And it's all been documented, so trying to avoid the tally by distortion or lying won't work.

Pack your bags, Mister Bush. Your time is up. Go home.

And don't try to steal the towels and ashtrays on your way out. They're the property of We, The People.

Have a nice day. :-)

[whirlygigspin]

1. win, Lose or Diebolt

let's Impeach the bastard anyway.

[Skittles]

2. LOL

good one! :D

[Bunny]

3. Great post!

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