The President Suffers A Briefcase Of Sanity

Dubya pushes
the red button
on his nuclear briefcase.

Uncle Tom
(that’s Colin Powell
to you ignorant types)

yells at Dubya,
"What are you
doing Mr. President!"

"Well, Colin Boy,
I’m just practicing
blowing up North Korea."

"But, Mr. President
you have all our nukes
aimed at Crawford!"

"Oops, that’s what
I’d call a
Texas-sized barbecue!"

"Mr. President,
who let you
have the keys?"

"Well, Dick said I could
use them
for one day

if I let Haliburton
have that contract
to pump Iraqi oil to Israel."