The Possesion of George W. Bush

And give Fox another shot at showing how tactless they can be when they air it in its entirety?

Enlist.

I think you guys should be ashamed of yourselves. You’ve got the chance to do some serious good and all you want to do is harm one person.

In twenty minutes ? There’s no time to do much good, save by destroying or rendering politically impotent the source of so much evil.

I also vote for blowing “my” own head off.

Harm one person… but maybe save a nation.

I would not be so confident I could get out of George Bush’s head once I got the gun pointed toward his brain. So that would be out – he’s not worth ME dyin’ for.

I’d have to go with invting in the White House cameras while I put on a first lady outfit and fucked the White House dog.

Yeah, it’d take some time to get any positive initiatives done. I could only begin to, and there’s nothing Bush couldn’t or wouldn’t take back after Cheney and Rove put the screws on.

Destruction is so much easier than creation. And fun!

  1. Hastily write out confessions, complete with Bush’s SSN and enough information for investigators to find collaboration. Send them to the proper authorities and muckrakers. Daily Kos gets a version with UFO sex crimes, just for fun.

  2. Put on Laura’s dress. Run through the White House shouting “I’m the First Lady! I’m the First lady! Look and me! I’m Jackie O! I’m Jerry Sizzler! I am clearly insane! I must be removed from power via the 25th Amendment!” Bonus points if I can get witnesses from a tour group. Double bonus points if a foreign dignitary is present.

Step 1: Call an emergency press conference.

Step 2: At said conference yell ‘HAIL SATAN!’ then jump out and proceed to stab members of the White House Press Corp.

Step 3: Profit.

I think you’ve just hit on one of the funniest ideas for a movie that I’ve ever heard. You’ve got a figurehead that’s an embarrassment, and he gets possesssed by 12 people, each for an hour.

Being George W?

Nah, it’s got to be The Twelve Faces of George.

Imagine if one of those people is…a baby! Or the ghost of Ghengis Kahn! Or better yet…a dog! Can a president be impeached for mental illness?

Call a press conference, then play the entire drum solo from Inna-Gadda-Da-Vida to the nation. On my desk. With my head.

Run naked to the fence on Pennsylvania Avenue, screaming about how the dog told me the aliens are coming to take my brain, then pee on the lawn. Scratch my head like I’m trying to dig a hole, and run around waving my arms, screaming out information that when corroborated will get Cheney impeached.

So which one of us is responsible for this?

I’d start screaming “Help! I’m Iraq! Help, I’m Iraq!..”