“Honestly, Dubbya, I don’t why you ever gave that pansy the time o’day.” Donald stormed inside, disgusted.
But George liked Cheney. He felt a STRONG BOND with the man. After all, Dick had been in his daddy’s cabinet, and little Georgey had spent quite bit of time in that cabinet himself, for back-talkin’.
It was dark out now, and the war council was in the midst of a poker game. George could hear Rumsfeld shrieking “No fairsies, No fairsies. You assholes cheat.” He knew he’d have to go inside and be a leader, but hated to leave poor Dick alone.
“Tell ya what, Dick, I’m gonna sing you a song my mommy used to sing to me when I was just a boy. It might make you feel better. Stronger….ahem….
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy, when skies are gray….
“How’s that treatin’ you, Dick? Dick?”