...but you can just call me Gee, or Dub, hell...you can call me anythin' you want.
Ooops...I said "hell."
'scuse me for a minute.
OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN...
There. Am I forgiven? OK. Where was I? Damn, I keep forgettin' where I left off..
UH OH....I said "damn"...
'scuse me agin...
OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN...
OK, I remember.
Lord, I know I can't fool you. If 'n, I COULD, I WOULD, but I've TRIED, and as much as I hate to ADMIT it, you seem to be SMARTER than me.
So I'm just gonna give it to you straight.
Pure, unfiltered, unadulterated "W"...you can call it "W Unplugged," but I promise you it's not "W Pranked."
I need to go mano a mano with you for a minute, Lord.
Y'see, I might be in a little over my head this time.
Oh, I know what you're gonna say..."What about Iraq, W, how well do ya think ya did with THAT?"
But you know my heart, Lord. You know I had to teach my daddy a lesson. I had to be a better president than he was. And it didn't turn out ALL bad, ya know...I got Saddam's gun! You want to see it? No? Well, any time you want to play with it, you just go right on in there and help yerseff...and I want you to know that I don't make that offer to just ANYONE. 'Cause you're the LORD! I haven't picked a nickname for you yet, like I do for all the folks who report to me, but I'm a-workin' on it.
Now, gettin' back to my prayer...could y'all take this "PResident of the United States" thing off of me, without me lookin' too much like that Nixon guy?
The two guys who kept me propped up for the last four or five years might be goin' to jail, and when you take a look at who I've got left, they don;t have one damned brain among 'em...
Aw, HELL! I said "damn" again...OH NO...I said "hell," too!
'scuse me, Lord...
"OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN..."