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 And again by popular demand, a slightly out-of-sequence repeat of our astonishing, beautiful, action-filled drama entitled Mr. Moron Goes to Washington! And now, Part 3 of our ongoing drama. The story so far: Little Dubya Moron has been coaxed from his tiny, 100,000 acre family farm where he breeds Bushy Whackoes, to take the job of President of the USA after pleas for help by the Gormless Goons of the GOP Leadership. With only $100 Million in loose change from Richard Rainwater, the Wyly Brothers and a little insurance company in Texas, he sets off on the stony road to Washington, aided only by a direct flight in Rainwater's private jet. After a few exhausting days signing executive orders to give huge tax breaks to Rainwater, and allow the insurance companies to pay claims only if they feel like it, he finds himself in a heated debate with Trent "Greased Cat on Head" Lott and a few others, as they try and work out what to prosecute Clinton for next, and they are baffled as all the crimes they think of, they discover were committed by young Moron, his daddy, or other GOP members. (This was Part 2, written by our guest screenwriter, Mike Stone.) And now, in Part 3, the debate of what to do continues. Trent Lott is in obvious discomfort from the scratches on his face
where the greased cat has objected to the fact that he has chewed "Strom "Drooler" Thurmond has asked for an increase in his daily page-groping allotment to fifteen," he tells Moron. "Where's his envelope?" asks Dubya. "You know I have to have my new laws written on an envelope. I can't understand them otherwise. Hey, I found $10M in his last one! Wasn't that great?" "We could have another war," said Dick Armey. "'Cos I think that's what "Armey" stands for." "Good idea," says Lott. "How about Canada?" "Canada!" shouts little Moron in a moronic sort of way. "I've heard of that place! Isn't that where that guy, Poutine, with a spotty face runs the joint? They have a river, or something running through it!" "That's Panama, Dubya," replies Lott. "And I think we did that once before. Did we, Dick?" he asks Armey. Armey shrugs, neither knowing nor caring. "We'll need money," says Tom Delay. "And after your tax cut, there's none left. We could borrow a few billion from Uzbekistan, they've offered, in return for a few tacyular nyukyular missives. "Who's Oozebecky?" asks Dubya. "Not who, Dubya, what," says Delay. "It's a country." "A what?" asks Dubya. "You'll need an Atlas," says Lott. "A what?" asks Dubya. "Canada's a good choice," says Lott. "A nasty, evil, socialist place. I've heard they have a national health care system, and even worse, good public transport for -" he shudders - "ordinary people." "But where is it?" demands Dubya. Confessing their total ignorance, both Delay and Lott leave, Lott spitting out a greased furball and some kitten bones. Don't miss the next exciting episode of:
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