The news today is that Bush chats with God. God told W to go kick some ass in Afghanistan. So he did. Then he told him to go open a can of whup ass on those Iraqis. So he did. Now God wants him to get the Palestinians their state and the Israelis their security, and God used poor grammar just like a Texan because God drinks beer and is no snob. Anyway, W is going to get them some peace in the Middle East. What didn’t make the news today is that I, too, speak to God. He told me to go and buy a bunch of Prada. So I did. And now I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. But, damn! I look good.
I think it’s great that God is a Texan. I think it’s great that God invented W. Oh wait, Karl Rove invented W. Oh well, thank God for Prada.
