The Adventures of George W. Bush
Your father takes a seat in his favorite easy chair and motions for you to sit in his lap. "Alright then, Junior," he says in that dry, emotionless tone of his. "Whatever you want. Usually you hate talking politics, though."
That's true. "But today's different," you proclaim. "Today I'm going to start doing stuff with no one else's help and stuff like that. I'll be uncastrated and unbridled and free like a stallion. You know, like a real President." Your father pats you on the head. "Whatever makes you feel happy."
You scratch your head. "So I's kinda wondering how maybe I might be able to um...like, maybe do some kinda...thing...you, know. Like maybe you could tell me how to do something that, like....you know, is something all political or something like a real actual President would do. I'm a big boy, daddy." Your father shakes his head as you babble on inanely.
That's true. "But today's different," you proclaim. "Today I'm going to start doing stuff with no one else's help and stuff like that. I'll be uncastrated and unbridled and free like a stallion. You know, like a real President." Your father pats you on the head. "Whatever makes you feel happy."
You scratch your head. "So I's kinda wondering how maybe I might be able to um...like, maybe do some kinda...thing...you, know. Like maybe you could tell me how to do something that, like....you know, is something all political or something like a real actual President would do. I'm a big boy, daddy." Your father shakes his head as you babble on inanely.