1. Tuesday, October 4, 2005

    three years ago 

    today on the busblog

    please hold for the president

    tony pierce?

    president?

    tony, how are you, i dont think ive spoken with you for a while?

    i’m doing pretty good, sir, i just got back from aruba.

    aruba? where’s that, in the tropics?

    yep.

    sounds expensive.

    it is. but the readers to my site all chipped in and got me out there.

    wow.

    yeah, then my brother in law flowed me with first class upgrades.

    aruba. do they still have those little grass umbrella huts inches from the water, where theres enough room for two young lovers, one who looks hauntingly similar to anna kournikova, the other who looks remarkably unworthy. where the waiter asks you if you’d like anything to drink and you say yes a mai tai for the lady and liter of coke and a bottle of rum for me. and the sandpipers peck at a coconut tree, and theres music coming from the resort and you wonder, how on earth do i deserve this?

    yes, they still have those huts.

    because that’s funny because someone told me that you were saying bad things about me, and i said, i thought pierce just got back from “aruba”. i wouldnt think a guy who just got back from there would be running his mouth so soon after being treated to such luxury.

    sir, nothing in here is true.

    you didnt just call me a liar yesterday?

    calling the president a liar goes all the way back to calling the king a liar. and no offense, but picking on you, mr. bush, is like throwing water balloons at the traffic, punching a woman, robbing a grave. it’s too easy, and completely unrewarding. why would any one want to do it?

    because i’m not a liar.

    come on, everybody lies. especially people who have to be in front of cameras and reporters all the time. it becomes flourishes in a new language. it’s accepted. it’s okay.

    seriously, ask me anything.

    have you ever seen an adult movie?

    of course.

    can you name a porn star?

    yes.

    name one.

    kelly o’dell.

    is that really one?

    yep.

    did you know about 9/11?

    nope.

    do you know about 9/11 now?

    nope.

    that’s funny.

    we’re a great team, tony. but you have to be nice for it to work.

    okay.

    nixon and sammy davis did a lot for each other. sammy told nixon to sign the farm bill.

    food stamps? really?

    of course. not everyone is as bad as they appear. and some arent as good. do you lie, tony?

    no.

    impossible.

    no, always telling the truth has its disadvantages. girls cry. feelings can be hurt. things are much more complicated. but im too lazy to lie. i barely remember the truth. only reason i’d even make something up would be to make a cute girl in the corner smile when im trying to ask her to the fair.

    i love fairs.

    im sorry for the things i said, george bush.

    do you have any idea how hard of a job i have?

    you have all these smart people around you, though.

    still, it’s like, hard.

    hard? just say, pull me up the live feed of the spy satelitte north north west of kabul. and one in pakistan somewhere.

    okay, first, youre talking out of your ass. second, dont you think channel k isnt on every monitor in the building. fuckers hiding. uv cameras, heat sensitive cams, one purple spot in a cave looks just like another. we might have blown him up on the first night of bombings and they took away his body. he could be anywhere. you dont think that frustrates me. dont you think i see the irony of once owning the texas rangers, who are also big time losers despite having money, a new stadium, the best catcher and the mvp in the league and still finishing last place. dont you think i know that im the sherrif in town and i have a wanted man who i cant find?

    once again, im sorry sir.

    dont you think when i look at the new york skyline, i dont feel completely responsible?

    well, you shouldnt. you sorta should but not 100%. dont be so hard on yourself.

    please just leave alone on this. i’ll give you money.

    i cant take your money.

    i’ll get you a pretty girlfriend.

    im surrounded by pretty girls.

    yeah, where do you think they came from?

    heaven.

    ehnnn, guess again.

    i dont want any of those ill-gotten girls. im getting old. i think im ready for true love now, please.

    well i cant help you there.

    ok, help get tsar to play for my birthday then.

    only if you promise not to start selling the “bush knew” tshirts.

    deal!

    well, actually the only person who i know who has pull with Tsar is you.

    i know, its cool.

    good cuz i think its suppertime now.

    thats cool. ok bye president bush.

    by tony pierce. the busblog is my favorite blog.

    i know. i see your IP at all fucking hours.

    you do?

    dude whitehouse.gov is pretty obvious on my shit.

    oh. oh.

    kbye

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