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The word is out on the street. You don't mess around with the Bush boys. Capisci?

I thought George was the tough guy. Ok, so he gets it in his head that this guy Saddam Hussein tried to pop his dad, and next thing you know — bada-bing bada-boom, he invades the whole friggin country just to get revenge.

You gotta respect that, alright? You always look out for the family, no matter what.

Ok, so George is one mean sonovabitch. But compared to Jeb, George is a pussy.

What Jeb is doing to that Schiavo guy is friggin incredible. I wouldn't have the cogliones to do that to someone who's been through what that poor bastard's been through. Guy's wife goes into a coma, then she's a vegetable for fifteen years, and all he wants is to let her die in peace.

But Jeb and some other politicos want to score some points off her with this "sanctity of life" talk — while we're bombing Fallujah back to the stone age, alright? You gotta love it.

But that's not the good part. So after the poor lady's autopsy, it turns out that no way she was ever going to have any kind of a life like the politicians kept saying. The light was on — a pretty dim one, maybe, but on — but no one was home, alright? So the husband was right all along, and Jeb and the others look like fools.

So what does Jeb do? He gets the state to investigate the guy, like he had something to do with his wife's coma 15 years ago. Believe it? Now that's one cold-hearted bastard. My hat's off to him.

And when Jeb takes over for George, watch out Iraqis. If they give him the kind of crap they're giving his pussy brother, he'll turn the whole place to glass.

You always look out for the family. No matter what.