This last piss on the ass-kiss mattress

So one of the Obama kids chose the Lincoln bedroom and Abraham would be happy indeed to see a black child curled up and warm resting his bones and young fragile mind in the stately bedroom of America’s most princely residence. I think Dubya chose the Lincoln bedroom, audacious of him to think he could unite like Lincoln Obama’s young daughter could have done a better job,.I think Bush should have been in the William Henry Harrison outhouse behind the mulberry bush where his beagle keeps his bones and Dick Cheney’s shotgun buried, and all the gay bottoms with loose assholes and fanny-packs full of laxatives and a political agenda could come in and give him a piece of their mind... and their breakfast. I heard that 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue was a constant rally of demonstrators, with a few homeless sign-bearers that showed up every day hail or sleet, rain or shine, christmas or hanukah, didn’t matter what hour of the night someone was there. Imagine waking up and shuffling to the window still blinded by the half-light of sleep groping for the purple velvet curtains and as the noon sun hits your eyes (face it he’s a late sleeper) you see a sign or an unwashed ass staring you in the eyes mocking you. Staring in big black letters: you’re fox news’ prince poster child douche bag.
Anyway, I wonder what their doing with Bush’s old Mattress, putting it up on ebay to raise money for Palin 2012, maybe they’ll cut it up up and make goose down pillows for the secret service. Eight years of presidential sweat have gone into that mattress, nightmares and piss stains in the night worried about being bullied by the liberal media tossing and turning and then remembering to count sheep, heh, I like to envision wooly longhorn that’s what I call ‘em but then resorting to making poopy sounds when triple-digit numbers got too tricky. They could wring out the sweat from the mattress, it’s probably the secret to Bush’s Baked Beans and bottle it as the the musk of incompetence.