The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

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America's Mom Speaks

George Dubbya Bush you come here this instant. I am talking to you. Now. Do I have to count to ten?

Now look at me when I'm talking to you. Not over there, here. Look at me.

You are out of chances. The day is over. Pack away your toys and we are leaving this White House right now like I promised before. Remember? Remember when we had that agreement? Don't you lie to me. Look at me. Now put those toys in the bag and come out of that White House and don't give me any more of that attitude and sass.

I said look at me when I'm talking to you.

You have lied, and cheated, and invaded, and stolen, and given my things to your friends without my permission, and written notes for yourself at school with my name on them, and there is to be no more of that. You are going to go to your room for a good long time and think about what you've done, and we're not bringing you back to this White House again. You hear me?

You. Are. Grounded. And I don't want to hear any more of that crying or I'm going to have to give you something to cry about.
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