The Madness of George III

The man who would be King was wroth. His good friends Vladamir and Abdullah, despite ruling piss-ant countries with little going for them but much of the World's supply of oil and gas, had too many powers that he lacked. He didn't envy Vlad's Villa's or Abdullah's thirty wives, he envied something important, their untrammelled power. It was humiliating, seeing Tim Russert put up tape showing that funny little look he still got on his face when he had to tell a lie about "every wiretap requiring a warrant."

"Dog!" said the King (wb).

"Yes Sir!", barked the hordes of GOP congressmen.

"Dog," he said again, pointing this time to Pat Roberts, "Go on Tim Russert and tell him I can do any God Damned thing I want to if I want to!"

"Yes Mr. President," woofed Roberts, "should I tell them the Constitution says you can do anything you like in defence of the country, even stuff the Constitution explicitly forbids, like warrantless searches and seizures?"

"Whatever," replied the King (wb), "and take one of these House dogs with you, for comic relief."

Wagging his tail (and tale), Roberts complied.

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