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it came to me in a vision, right after i heard the voices again. only me, mo paul, can straighten out the mess in iraq. i have no special qualifications, but neither does the president of the united states. i have no plan in particular, but then, you know. but i know i could do a much much better job than all those clusterfuckers over there now giving the orders.
again, i have no specific concept on how it will work, until i get there, and check things out, then i can report back to you here, as soon as it's all stabalized, say, in a month. i'd do it quicker, but somebody has really made a botched job of it, and left a lot of untidiness that will seem at first to be chaotic in it's complexity. but that's o.k., because i have absolutely no fucking idea what to do, but then, neither does the president of the united states, and he himself is doing a bang up shitty job too.
any day now, bush will be masturbating in public, probably during a speech about torture, and someone will need to take over the reigns of government, and it can't be cheney, hastert, lott, frist, dole, helms, gingrich or anyone named bush, so, i'm at the ready, anytime you say, send my unqualified ass to iraq, today.
after i've gotten things back on track in iraq, i'll start cleaning up all the stink here, in our own backyard at the white house. first thing amma gonna do is give the oval office a darn good scrubbin!
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