An Epiffy-Wot?

[akirlu]

So there I was the other day, surfin' the net as you do, and I came across a picture of George Bush walking beside this funny, lumpy little man. But then I looked again, and I said, waittaminit, that is no funny, lumpy little man, that's my The President's Wife! Geez, it's so thoughtful of her to dress like that so George can be taller than someone in a man's suit. Then this morning I woke from dreams of being a cocaine dealer in a huge, all-white modernist house (where else?) realizin': the press is bein' nefariously suppressed! They must be. 'Cause a free press, like under Clinton, would be sniggering that Laura Bush is a lesbian, an' pokin' mean fun at her wearin' her hair like a man, an wearin' the trousers alla time, an' tellin' George what to do, like what news to read, an' stuff. But they ain't doin' it. You know what this means, doncha? Sekrit Bushista Anti-Journalist Death Squads, that's what. It's the only possible explanation.

This is terrible! An awful supression of human rights an' stuff! We are bein' deprived of our rightful Laura/George slash fiction, dammit.