Somewhere in Washington, D.C., cloistered behind the walls of the White House, children are laughing, and their parents are smugly celebrating the second inauguration of their relative, George W. Bush. This is a happy time for them, and they toast each other, completely oblivious to a tragedy unfolding halfway around the world, a tragedy that will never happen to them.
They eat expensive food, drink expensive champagne, and slap each other on the back in congratulations of how their boy has beaten those liberal Democrats. They eagerly await the next four years, when corporate profits will make them even more wealthier and fatter with the increasing cutbacks in corporate taxes and regulations.
Somewhere in Iraq...
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