Lord, working for the Retard-in-Chief & Darth Cheney must truly tax your psyche. You start forgeting things you write, you email, you say to your underlings. I mean, should you just respond to the subpoenas from Leahy about Plame, this horse manure about the US Attorneys honestly and say "Hey see-nor Lay-hoy, workeen for this Administra-sion has made he menk-tally ill. An amnesiac." Time to resign, Mr. Mexican Uncle Tom. You an incompetent yes man at best, a liar at worst. And to think the douchebags wanted Janet reno's head for far, far less. And Mr. Rove, oh my goodness Mr. Rove. What can be said about you?
But alas, you'll get away with it, so in your honor, I present this tune by Bushwick Bill and the Geto Boys:
And now, a word from the President!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the White House
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me to win I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta