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Members of Congress, America, I banged her. Like a cheap gong.
Which is not news, folks, because Monica never played the flute solo in
my libidinal orchestra. The only babes in D.C. I haven't tried to diddle
are Hillary, Albright, and Shalala, mostly because they're evil and have
legs stolen from massive nine-foot Steinway concert grands.
Which isn't to say I don't appreciate Hillary. I do. If not for the ice-water
coursing through her veins, I'd be pumping gas into farm equipment in
Hope, Arkansas, and she'd be married to the President.
So, let me set the record straight. I dodged the draft, hid FBI files,
smoked dope, flipped Whitewater property, set up a new Korean wing in
the White House, fired the travel staff, paid hush money to Webster, sold
the Lincoln bedroom like an upscale Motel 6, and made pocket pinball the
game of choice in the Oval Office. Got it? Good.
Six years ago, there's not a man, woman, or child who didn't know I was
a 10th degree horndog. But, you elected Mr. Fellatio President, anyway,
which turned out to be a good move on your part. Your other choice
was Bush, an aging yuppie moron who thought he could bomb his way
into the White House. Before him, it was Reagan who left office with the
same Alzheimer's he came with.
There was Carter before him who brought you a 17% prime interest rate,
smiling the whole time, like the idiot savant he is. Nixon before that
coined, but never really understood, the concept of 'plausible deniability,
and got a one-way First Class ticket to San Clemente and several decent
book deals.
Johnson was an inbred power-mad war criminal. And John Kennedy,
who took more than a few shake breaks himself behind closed doors,
didn't hang around long enough for America to spot that curious atavistic
tic for beaver-wrestling shared by at least a dozen former residents of
the White House.
Which brings me back to me, and the point. Since I have been strumming
the banjo here, government is doing more for less. The budget is
balanced-first time since my sausage-mate, JFK, did a one gun salute to
Marilyn, a fact the press didn't seem to notice, mostly because they
weren't looking.
Unemployment is so low today a blind felon can get a job as a
night-watchman. And, the stock market is higher than a D-student on a
full gram of dumb-dust, and anyone with a degree from a junior college
who can spell 'software' has enough money to ponder the annual
maintenance cost of his boat, instead of where the next meal is coming
from.
Bottom line: I'm running a government here, not a dating school, and I've
done it with my pecker showing. What I'm asking for is your support, not
a date with your daughter, unless, of course, she's a babe with thin
ankles, and then I'd like to discuss it.
In the meantime, think about where you are today, what kind of life you're
living, and before you get too interested in which way my dong points,
ask yourselves this question: "Just what was it you hired me to do?"
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