State Of The Union And State Of My Bush
by:  Kathleen Kuntly, GOP Media Diva

I sat, in my short black mini-skirt, and signature low cut blouse, in the gallery above the House Floor as President Bush gave his State of the Union speech.  I reflected on the words he spoke and the difficult times we have faced under his reign.  I was so proud to be an American. Yes, we have come a long way baby, from peace to war, and from a budget surplus to a budget deficit as far as the eye can see. This President has rode us hard, and now keeps us longing for more.  Just thinking about his bold new initiatives to change Social Security and enact deep budget cuts for the poor was making me wet with anticipation.

I began to think about the State of my own well trimmed bush as President Bush spoke. For it too had known hard times these past four years. There have been many late nights when things were thrust into my cooter, and some of those things were painfully big, while there were other times that my cooter longed more. I have always thought of my cooter much the same way I think of the middle and lower class. These Americans long to own their own Social Security - and ownership is what my cooter needs.

I gazed out upon the State Of The Union audience and I saw House Majority Leader Tom DeLay. "He is a weird little man, filled with weird ideas, but he is our leader in the House." I said to myself. It is true, these things I spoke, but just looking at Tom Delay reminds me of things that crawl out from under rocks at night, or things that have crawled out of my cooter during some late night vigil of sexual gratification. Yeah, spooky, no doubt, but still Tom Delay is our leader.

Vice President Cheney looks like a creepy undertaker that has taken his job of death to new heights. Yeah, slum shouldered, pudgy fat cheeks, round - stumpy fat belly, Dick Cheney is all of these things, and I guess he would delight in being whipped by ugly women or good looking men. "In years past the State put your type in some institution, but now here you sit as Vice President of America." I said softly under my breath.

Speaker of the House, Denny Hastert, is another of our Republican leaders. Fat, sloppy, and seems to have a body odor about him, but never-the-less he is one of us. Sure, I will admit he is no sexual  turn-on for this blonde babe, and many other sane women, but he does have that Conservative look about him. Sure, he is a slob, a numb-nut waiting for someone to show him a good time, but he stands for something, even when that something is wrong. "You fat bastard - if I was a mother of young boys I would have a court order to keep you from getting with in 500 feet of them." I said quietly as my eyes then spotted Hillary Clinton, and my rage began to boil inside me.

"Where is that good looking, sex demon, that you call a husband?" I asked as I began to touch myself at the thought of Bill Clinton. My hand slowly made it's way up my short mini dress of black. Slowly, methodically, my hand crept for the prize of my tender box of love. Soon, I let my fingers do the walking as my mind conjured up  images of bad boy Bill having his way with me. Faster, faster and faster my fingers walked in my tender box of love.

"Do me now Bill!" I screamed out as President Bush continued his diatribe of Conservative gibberish. Soon, my tender box of love exploded in sheer erotic bliss!  Gushing with the hot liquids that dwelled deep inside of me, I was overcome. My body jerked violently as wave after wave of orgasmic rapture roared over me. "Mission Accomplished!"  I screamed out right before I passed-out.

 

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