A Presidential Visit

by Jeff Haas

Mother Earth was on her deathbed in the hospital when George W. Bush stopped by for a presidential visit.

“Leave me alone with her,” he told his entourage as he closed the door.

Her stringy gray hair was matted and she was missing two front teeth, but to George W. Bush she looked like a sixteen-year-old in her first blush of womanhood.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, taking her arthritic claw in his hands. She would have objected as he leaned down to kiss her on the lips, but the respirator made it impossible for her to speak.

Losing all self-control, George W. Bush became aroused as he removed her oxygen tube and probed her sore-pocked mouth with his tongue. Then he lifted her hospital gown up over her hips, revealing a gray-haired mound that only incited him further. Unhooking his belt and pulling his pants down to his knees, he climbed on top of the bed, spread her emaciated legs, and thrust his drill bit deep into her bore hole.

When he was done, George W. Bush zipped up his pants and buckled his belt, feeling more powerful than ever. Mother Earth lay dead on the bed, but to him she was just sleeping after a torrid session of lovemaking. Kissing the cadaver on the forehead, he walked to the door and opened it for his entourage.

“Next,” he said.

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