A letter to G. Dub - from the Man Upstairs

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Borrowed from the lovely and humorous potbellynine. :-)

11/01/04


Dear George,

I know last time you told everyone I wanted you to be president, even thought I told you not to say that, because it was a lie, and you know how I feel about liars, but I’ll………..turn the other cheek this time. (get it? Turn the other cheek? Laugh, for my sake!)
Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that I’m not going to be around tomorrow. I’m taking the day off to get ready for the big parade in Boston on Wednesday. That’s going to be big. You don’t know how hard it was convincing S. to give up the curse. But he finally agreed after I promised him a few choice souls. Oh, Satan sends his love, as it were, and says he’ll see you real soon.
But back to what I was saying……..I’m not going to be around on Tuesday, let’s face it, I do have a lot of thanks coming from Curt and Pedro and the rest of Boston (I hope I don’t get too choked up looking at Johnny Damon. So much resemblance, have you noticed?) So try winning this one on your own, okay? That means no Jeb, no Katherine Harris and for the love of Me, leave the Supreme Court out of it! William has enough problems right now without you going and whining and telling them to make you president.
I will repeat the crux of this in small, easy to comprehend words:
You Are On Your Own!

Sincerely,
Your Heavenly Father


You know, I really should keep you around…..you’re a perfect example of why the evolution theory doesn’t work.

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[bak2oz.livejournal.com]

and all this time I thought he whined to his biological daddy to get a country to play with.