The Adventures of George W. Bush
"Full steam ahead, John!" you yell to the bus driver.
John seems unsure. "But Mr. President! I don't want to hurt anybody. Someone's gonna get killed!"
"Do it or I'll ship your ass to Baghdad!"
That threat seemed to do the trick. John stomps on the gas, and the bus accelerates. You lean forward, peering out the windshield, just waiting to make all those dirty protesters pay.
Suddenly, John's conscience gets the better of him, and he hits the breaks. You, not buckled in due to your bloodlust, are ejected out through the windshield, over the protesters, and into the pavement. You live, but just barely.
Your injuries end your political career, and you spend the rest of your days being wheeled around by Laura at your ranch.
John seems unsure. "But Mr. President! I don't want to hurt anybody. Someone's gonna get killed!"
"Do it or I'll ship your ass to Baghdad!"
That threat seemed to do the trick. John stomps on the gas, and the bus accelerates. You lean forward, peering out the windshield, just waiting to make all those dirty protesters pay.
Suddenly, John's conscience gets the better of him, and he hits the breaks. You, not buckled in due to your bloodlust, are ejected out through the windshield, over the protesters, and into the pavement. You live, but just barely.
Your injuries end your political career, and you spend the rest of your days being wheeled around by Laura at your ranch.
