For Immediate Release -
Office of Media Relations -
November 11, 2003 -
1:55 PM (EST)
President Bush Explains the Economic Miracles of Jobless Recovery and Endless Deficit Spending to Assembled Photo-Friendly Blue Collar Working Folk
Campaign Appearance by the President
THE PRESIDENT: Thanks for the warm welcome, itís wonderful to be back in the great state of INSERT SOUTHERN STATE HERE.
I got a couple of things rattling around in my noggin that Iíd like to jaw about with you fine folks here at PREDOMINANTLY
Iíd like to thank LOCAL CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTING ROBBER BARON for having us here, and I promise to use this time to explain
to you, COMPANY NAME AUTOMATONS, how Iím going to TELL THEM WHAT THEY WANT TO HEAR while continuing to BACKSLAP OUR
GRACIOUS SPECIAL INTERESTS.
Well hot damn. I wasnít supposed to talk those words. Guess thatís what happens when you watch the new special edition
Scarface DVD with your speech writers in the back of Air Force One and shotgun a Silver Bullet every time some Guinea-Rican
says "fooock!" Am I right or am I right? Hey boys – next time, fill in the blanks for me, OK? Har, har, har.
Let me just get off my chest what needs saying, without all the fancy words the Democrats love to throw at yíall. Words
like "unemployment" and "fiscal responsib-funnydoodle."
You may have recently seen the media reporting at length on our press releases indicating that the economy is shooting
heavenward like a geyser of pure Texas crude. And because most of you blew your paltry tax cut moolah on things like
diapers, Menthols, and Lotto, my administration can take credit for a fluke third quarter economic surge that we havenít
seen in twenty years – and probably wonít for another twenty.
But believe me when I say, we didnít see this coming even though we swore it would, and we will milk this quarter gain
for all itís worth. Because weíre Republicans, and we can turn this one quarter into four just by bringing it up over and over,
until we almost win again in 2004. I call that Bushonomics – where two bucks on a press release is worth more than
zilch in your hand.
This isnít a lot of smoke and mirrors, though. The economy is strong. Why is it strong? Well, I donít want to bore you
with a bunch of bean counter mumbo jumbo, but basically: I cut taxes for the rich, and as if by magic, it helps yíall.
The way you proud Americans spent your Federal bribe was like pouring gasoline on a fire, and as any good, heterosexual
Boy Scout will tell you, nothing creates a warm, steady, dependable fire than tossing car juice on a pile of smoldering
California Oak twigs.
Now, I'm no fan of "irony" – prefering stark, non-negotiable absolutes like black and white, good and evil, poor
and rich, cowboys and injuns. But I'll admit, it's a bit ironical that you working stiffs and a big time world dictator
like yours truly have something real in common – we both run our houses on credit. We spend and spend and spend
and if we run out of cash, we'll, there's always a way to get more, by either printing it, or in your case, selling
your birthright at 11% interest.
VISA stuffs their cards in your greedy little mailboxes like they're giving away free money. Same thing with government.
Where are we getting the 87 billion dollars to turn Iraq into a proper, hobbled, helpless veal nation? Hell if I know!
I do know this: one main difference between you and me – when VISA calls you, they actually want back more than just the
money they gave you. When my debt collector calls, it's Treasury Secretary John W. Snow, and we make plans to play golf.
I never met a tax cut I didn't like. I'm not gonna tax my corporate dominatrixes to pay for a war that will create a
new exclusive market for their products and services. And I'm not gonna tax you – at least, not obviously. It's
like that pagan British whore sang in that classic psychedelic movie musical about child abuse of yore, "Just a spoon
full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Always remember that economics is magic. Just like geopolitics. And war. I guess that makes me a bit of a magic man, don't
it? Of course, in my day, a "magic man" was that colored fella in the rabbit fur trenchcoat whoíd roll up in his Lincoln
Continental with a briefcase full of "energy dandruff."
Although Iím not technically campaigning yet, which Iíve been saying during every campaign speech Iíve ever given starting
with my inauguration, it is still important for me to stoop to meet with you glassy-eyed, patriotic Americans who care
enough about their country to vote for me again without question, look you in straight in the peepers – Privileged
Yankee blueblood to common unwashed rabble – and say "You might not be better off now than you were three years ago,
but an economy that hovers even a micro-fraction above full-blown recession means weíre going to win the war in Iraq.
And the Democrats still want to rape your paychecks."
I gotta git to another one of these hootenannys. Iíve enjoyed my time with you, whoever you are, wherever I am. So yíall
take care of yourselves. I know I am.