. . . so Bushweasel admitted his secret prisons this week. Did CIA Daddy give into a bout with guilt in light of the increasing awareness of his own mortality and make jr. tell? I imagine the conversation must have gone something like this.
Poppy Bush:
Now, Georgie, you can't just expect everyone to play by your rules.
Baby Bush (pout, pout, stuck-out lower lip):
If they won't, then I'm NOT GONNA PLAY!
(Starts to hold his breath till he turns blue)
Poppy Bush:
Georgie, haven't we taught you to play nice with others?
Baby Bush:
They're my balls, and I'm taking them home.