So George, guess what? I'm the kiss of death, too, and I'm just as irrelevant as you are. So things are about to lighten up on you -- give me a call. I'd love to have a beer with you.
What? You got hundreds of thousands of people killed in a completely unnecessary war, and took a country with a budget surplus for the first time in decades and turned it into a virtual pauper nation, and they still re-elected you? No way. And you authorized torture? Yeah, well, screw all those old World War II movies. Being the good guys is so pre-9/11. And your vice president actually shot a guy in the face, and didn't even tell anybody until he sobered up? Hey, I'd have done the same thing. Then the guy who got shot apologized? Too much. And an entire American city went under water while you clowned around with a guitar at a fundraiser? Oh stop it, George. You're killing me.
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