I get what I want? The congress, including those against what I want in my party, are with the terrorists. They want the terrorists to win. If I can't torture, then they won't tell us anything. We don't actually drown them, they just feel like they are on the verge of it . . .that's all. No big deal."

But nnooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Colon Powell has to speak out, John McCain has to question it (he was tortured . . . so what, he lived through it, big babies. Always thinking of the past and their problems).

My God, (B*** thinking in head "have I used God in here somewhere yet?". mmmmmmmmm, uuuuuuuu, "Evil doers yet, ummmmmmmmmmm Iran, yeah, IRAN will get their attention.)

........................ at the same time behind the doors that lead out into the Rose Garden.

Rumsfield and Cheney peaking through the curtains.

CHENEY: I'm in charge of the shadow government anyway, it doesn't make a damn what congress says. Mmmmmmuwwaahhhhh.
RUMSFIELD: Dick, Dick, Dick, . . . you're starting to make me laugh and you know I have no bladder control.
CHENEY: They are with the terrorists. The evil doers have gotten to them too. I knew it. Congress has been taken over by a left-wing agenda and are pulling our party to their side. I wish they would go and F*** themselves. Whoops. Chee, cheeee, cheee . . . I said the "F" word that I said I didn't say, chee, chee, hehehehehhhh, lol.
RUMSFIELD: Dick, stop! OMG, I think they just spotted us. Damn reporters. Don't we pay all of these reporters and photographers?
CHENEY: (doing a head count). Yeah, yeah, don't worry. We own EVERYTHING MUWAAHHAHAHHAHAHHA.
RUMSFIELD: kekeekkekeekkekkekcacklekackllle lol. Yep,just pissed myself. kkekkekkekkekkekekeke.
RUMSFIELD: C'mon Dick. I gotta go change my britches and you can yell at some peons.
CHENEY: "I told you to go buy yourself a new prostate with the money."
CHENEY: "I told you to get the "male" depends. Your pants are wet in the front. What are people going to think? Let me go ahead of you first anyway. That way, people won't think we talk. By the way Rummy, I need some more funds changed into my account. You remember the $9 Billion you (clears throat), or your accountants misplaced . . . cheehehchchheeee.
RUMSFIELD: "What money?"
CHENEY: "Oh, no you didn't!"
RUMSFIELD: "What money?"
CHENEY: "C'mon, it's me, Dick Rummy."
RUMSFIELD: "What money?"

CHENEY: "Wait! Oh no, 43 is getting loud and losing his temper. Somebody end that damn news conference right now."
RUMSFIELD: Nah, he just hates that Gregory dude getting hateful at times with Snowball. He wanted to bring him down to our height."
CHENEY: (thinking to himself . . . Bushy, bushy, bushy, just storm off now before you say too much).

(to be continued . . . unfortunately).