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until I got voted in as Governor of Texas. Even there
I was part-time and didn't do much but kill off a
bunch of criminals. Oh, I enjoyed it, don't get me
wrong, but a taste of success just whetted my appetite.
Basically, to tell the truth, I never had much hope of ever
getting out of my Dad's shadow. He was Congressman,
he was Ambassador, he was head of CIA, he was Vice-President,
he was President. And I was little George, basically a bum
until a couple rich guys bought me a baseball team and
built me a stadium and I made $10 million and then got
elected Governor. Nobody thought I could do it. Even my
own Mom thought that old Richards' bitch would beat
my ass. I showed them. Karen showed me how to I memorize
my lines and I really got some respect around there,
but like I say it wasn't enough. I was still basically
little George, the Governor. Then, what do you know, my
Dad got beat. Not only that, but by a damn hippie that
couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Of course I wasn't
happy about it, in fact it hurt like hell, but on the
other hand, I gotta admit some door opened up inside me
that I could see that my life might make sense somehow.
Dad won a war in there before he got his ass beat, but
then he chickened out. The damn guy over there, Saddam,
he tried to kill Dad, did I mention that? And then when
Dad had a chance to just beat that bastard's ass to a
pulp, he chickened out. He let him go. He pushed him around
a little, then he just let him go on home and start bitching
again and messing around. And then the hippie beat him on
top of that. The door was open. In there somewhere I got
God, of course, did I mention that? Oh, all that is all
right, you got to go along to get along. But I had my
eye set on something bigger than God. Oh, did I mention
I got elected President? Yeah. Well, that was just a step,
too, just a step. People say now that I went over there
to kick Saddam's ass as payback for him trying to kill
my Dad. Wrong. Do you know what it's like to be the bum son
of a man like my Dad that was everything, including President?
I wasn't trying to get back at Saddam, goddamn it, I was
trying to get back at my Dad. And I did it, didn't I?
Basically, he lost the war to that asshole Saddam, because
he wasn't tough enough to finish him off, and I had to
show him how to do it. I topped my Dad, basically. The
war in Iraq, so called, was a war between me and my Dad.
Well, *is* a war, because it didn't go so good. But the
main thing is, I showed Dad, I showed him how to do it,
how to kick ass, how to say Fuck You to people who got in
your way, how to kick ass instead of kiss ass like him with
his wimpy diplomatic crap. No matter what happens, I kicked
my Dad's ass by kicking Saddam's ass. But now the war is
not going that good, I'll admit that here but if you ask
me in front of anybody, I'll say it's going just fine but
it's hard work, etc. But it's not. It's a mess. I don't
know what's going to happen now. As far as I'm concerned
I did what I wanted to do, asnd I wish I could just go back
to running the Rangers again and the hell with being President.
But I do know that I got one thing going for me, and that's
that I'm a tough guy finally. I'm actually a tough guy now,
little George, the tough guy, and whatever happens now, nobody
can ever take it away from me. Maybe this Kerry rooster (he
reminds me a little of my Dad, you know, kind of a wimp streak
in there, all that diplomatic crap), well, maybe he'll win,
maybe he won't, but I don't really give a damn, if you want
the truth. I did what I wanted to do. Once you kick
your Dad's ass, there's nowhere to go but down anyway.
I kicked my Dad's ass, and when I got off the boat with the
banner and everything, even my Mom had a twinkle in her eye
for little George, the tough guy, and that's something nobody
will ever take away from me."
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