OnStar: Hello, OnStar.
Dubya: Oh my God! I’m stuck!
OnStar: Now, don’t panic. Where are you stuck, in your car?
Dubya: No you idiot, in Iraq.
OnStar: You mean your car’s in Iraq?
Dubya: No, I’ve never been there, but I’ve sent hundreds of thousands of Americans there.
OnStar: Alright, calm down. Are you hurt, or in any immediate danger?
Dubya: Hell yeah! My approval rating is barely in the 30’s, and heading south fast.
OnStar: Did you say you’re proceeding in a southerly direction?
Dubya: No, I usually pander to the South, but now I’m in a quagmire.
OnStar: Quagmire? Never heard of it; is that a foreign make?
Dubya: In a manner of speaking.
OnStar: Do you have a set of keys?
Dubya: No, my Uncles Dick and Rummy took those away.
OnStar: Are you locked up and protected from the outside world?
Dubya: Does a bubble count?
OnStar: Well. I’m not quite sure what you want me to do.
Dubya: Can you send Jack Murtha?
OnStar: Is that a rescue service? Sir, have you been drinking?
Dubya: Not in 20 years; now I’m just addicted to oil.
OnStar: Did you say you were leaking oil?
Dubya: No, not oil; just classified information.
OnStar: Is there anything we can send to bail you out?
Dubya: Yeah, how ’bout a coupla’ gay Mexicans getting married in front of a burning flag.
OnStar: OK, sit tight. We’ll dispatch immediate help, and don’t worry if we lose touch — we can track your location.
Dubya: And I can track yours.
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BLOGWORTHIES:
Must-read RFK piece in Rolling Stone¬on 2004 Election Fraud.
Crooks and Liars on Gore’s This Week appearance.
One Good Move with This Week’s Funnies.
All Hat No Cattle’s excellent Weekend Edition.
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