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“No sir, a lot of your big contributors are counting on that cheap labor,” Rasputin advised. “Besides, those aren’t Spaniards, sir, they are Mexicans.” “What’s the difference,” Bush asked. “they all speak Spanish….” “You are most observant sir, but we don’t share any borders with Spain, “ Rasputin answered,“ except in Iraq.” “Well, if they stopped eating all those burritos, they could share the same room with our troops,” the appointed one spoke. “That’s not what I meant, sir.” Rasputin answered. “I think the pain in Spain falls mainly on Saddam Hussein,” Bush blurted out loud. “If it wasn’t for that insufferable terrorist madman and his weapons of mass destruction, Spain wouldn’t have had to become a part of the coalition of the willing, “ “It looks like Spain is unwilling now, sir. We still haven’t found those weapons,” Rasputin noted. “I bet they were all left in Spain, exactly so Saddam and Osama could have their day in Madrid,” Bush exclaimed. “Could we declare war on Spain?” the “war president looked eager and aggressive. “Our troops are spread a little thin, right now, “Rasputin reminded the leader. “Maybe we could start feeding them burritos — that would make them larger… are there any carbs in burritos?” “I believe so, sir,” answered Rasputin. “By thin, sir, I meant the number of troops we have spread across Iraq, Afghanistan, and Haiti.” “I thought we were a Christian nation,” Bush yelled out. “What the hell are we doing in Haides?” “That’s Haiti, sir. “ Rasputin noted. “We just established a regime change there, after your brother warned us that we couldn’t stop fleeing Haitian homeless people from penetrating hanging chads in Florida if the uprising wasn’t stopped.” “How much oil have they got in Haiti?” Bush inquired. ”There’s more oil at the Halliburton cafeteria salad bar, “Bush replied. ”Or in a burrito, alas, sir,” Rasputin noted. “Don’t worry, we only sent a couple of Marines and some ballplayers on steroids who didn’t make it through Spring Training. “That’s cool,” Bush responded. “Maybe we can handle those Spaniards with a bit of their own medicine? “ “Their own medicine?” Rasputin asked, curious. “You know, Spanish Fly…” Bush answered. “We used to use it all the time back on frat row at Yale… Maybe it’ll send those Spaniards into siesta land. Besides, have you seen some of those women in Spanish movies? They’re hot!” “Remember this is an election year, sir. “ Rasputin noted. “Why is that sir?” Rasputin continued to be curious. “You didn’t get memo on that new touch-screen voting machine that the president of Diebold came up with for me?” Bush said. “I’m afraid there have been too many memos, sir..” Rasputin recalled. “It’s a real winning touch-screen, I think,” Bush said.” It is built right into a men’s room urinal.”
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“So
Karl, what do we do now that those Spanish folk have gone over to be with
the terrorists?” the assumed leader of the free world thought out
loud. “I think we ought to shut down that guest worker immigration
program I proposed.”