"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more. There's no more
money to spend--you used up all of that. You can't start another war because
you used up the army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your term has
become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people. Listen to your Mom.
The cupboard's bare, the credit cards maxed out. No one's speaking to you.
Mission accomplished.
"Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and walk
away.. Like you did with your military service and the oil company and the
baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy job.
How about cowboy or space man? Now I know what you're saying: there's so
many
other things that you as President could involve yourself in. Please
don't.
I know, I know.
There's a lot left to do. There's a war with Venezuela. Eliminating the
sales tax on yachts. Turning the space program over to the church. And
Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote.

"But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern
like
Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised that you
haven't
given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like a man.
Herbert
Hoover was a shitty president, but even he never conceded an entire city
to
rising water and snakes.



"On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four
airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of
New
Orleans. Maybe you're just not lucky. I'm not saying you don't love this

country. I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if you were on
the
other side.

"So, yes, God does speak to you. What he is saying is: 'Take a hint.' "