After seeing this a long time ago, I always think of Dubya as Mini Me:
Actually, Grover Cleveland is counted twice (22 and 24) because he served non-consecutive terms. Therefore, Junior is the 42nd president (in that he is the 42nd person to hold the office) and Senior is the 40th.
Thus the answer to life, the universe and everything is, in fact, George Walker Bush.
QED
(You can’t dispute this! I said “QED,” which is Latin for “I’m right and there’s nothing you can do about it.”)
EDIT:
Also, my grandfather and I had the same first and last names with different middle names, but the same middle initial. We were referred to as “Senior” and “Junior.”
Oh, scat!
I heard that!
Undoubtedly, it does grate. But the same thing happened to the current president, whose nickname with his family is, in fact, Junior.
Yeah, but Clinton got a blow job.
I feel your pain. I am in a similar situation.
You could use Bush the Good, Bush the Bad, and (if Jeb gets in) Bush the Ugly.
Bush the Choker and Bush The Drunk work fine for me but I could get behind George The Loser and George the Psycho.
Please. Some of us plan on eating sometime today. That was just uncalled for.
Political distastefulness aside, I’ve always found Jeb the best-looking of the whole clan. Of course, that’s like being the cleanest pig in the mudpit, but hey…
Yeah, he’s not that ugly, at least compared to the other two. None of them would win a beauty contest.
I thought it was W that choked on the pretzel. You could have Barfing Bush and Choking Bush.
Call me optimistic, but I dream of a world in which the words George Bush are not part of the English (or any other) language. A world where when we hear about President George, we think of Washington. A world where when we hear the word Bush, we either think of pussy or baked beans. When we think of the presidents before and after Clinton, we need to say little more than I’m So Sorry I and I’m So Sorry II.
You could be right. Have you people ever given any consideration to electing people who can handle their food? At least Clinton had the sense to hire people who could swallow for him.
And Shrub choked on a pretzel.
Isn’t this what “pere” and “fils” are for?
That reminds me of a poem I ran across in a book about the British monarchy years ago.
Ah, Thackeray. You were ahead of your times.
Now with Karate chop action!
I thought George the Third was the crazy one. 
Frightning thought, I am glad he only has daughters.