The day I fell in (even more) love with Bush

I’ve always loved America, I didn’t always love Bush. I fell in love with Bush whilst watching Fahrenheit 9/11. At this exact point:





At that very exact time. With the music playing the in the background. Michael Moore’s stupid fat face speaking over the video (seen below in what is possibly the most terrible pose ever). I got chills. Bush was the most powerful man in the world. And he dealt with the news the same way I would have done. What else could he have done?

Take a look at what some Anti-Bush site said about that day:

What did the Commander in Chief do? Nothing. He sat there. He sat for well over 5 minutes, doing nothing while 3,000 people were dying and the attacks were still in progress.

Yeah of course. ‘Cos had that been any other president, they would have quicky ran into the nearest phone booth, changed into their suit, and stopped every person from dying that day. Stupid Bush and his non-superpower-self:

But after that, my interest died down a little. Bush was just the president. I was no longer infatuated with him. Until recently…

During a speech defending Rumsfeld he said this: (I know a lot of you don’t do Politics. I myself did one year of it, and so, am clearly qualified to translate.)

I say, I listen to all voices, but mine is the final decision. And Don Rumsfeld is doing a fine job.
Translation: All you bitches just talk. But what else do you do? That’s right. You don’t do shit. You make your little websites, with your little banners. Oh you don’t like Rumsfeld? Fucking get used to it. You have no voice asshole. Spend a little less time making badges, and a little more time becoming President of the United States of America. He's not only transforming the military, he's fighting a war on terror. He's helping us fight a war on terror. I have strong confidence in Don Rumsfeld. I hear the voices, and I read the front page, and I know the speculation. But I'm the decider, and I decide what is best. And what's best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the Secretary of Defence. Translation: Motherfucker, I can do anything I want. And whatever I say is best. And I say The Donald stays exactly where he is. Don’t make me go military on yo’ ass…



Sure the president went to Iraq. He had no choice.

Personally, I’m not a real fan of Blair, but in regards to going to Iraq I say this: Nice one *Thumbs up*. Because at the end of the day, Iraq needed to be invaded by SOMEONE. And Bush started it simply because he has huge, Basketball sized Balls…Oh wait, that’s my phone….

That was Bush. He called to say he also has a huge penis. This big apparently:



He’s just boasting. I’ve seen it. It’s slightly smaller.

It makes me so angry when I see your sites protesting the war. And the way you’re changing millions of people’s opinions. And the way your making million$ from the badges. And the way your getting places.
...Oh wait, no your not
.

You toppled him? Of course you did.

The only thing that toppled Bush was his bike:

And that scooter thing.


And a pretzel…





But apart from that, He’s UNTOPPLEDABLE!

Shit, I’m not even American and I appreciate your president more than you. Fuck it. Your not worth the energy...

Oh wait, that’s Bush calling me again, he says its for you guys. *Hands you the phone*…



Haha. He rules.

And so do I for that matter.

Kel. The next President of the United States of America.

Most probably…


This blog is written in BLUE, because that is the Presidents most favouritest colour.