Long time ago, when Dubya was a little letter, he often dreamed of fame and glory of being on the very top of an important plumbing fixture. The pass-by mothers would tell their youngsters: "See this good-looking shiny letter? If you don't listen to your mommy, you'll never get that rich and famous like letter Dubya".So sweet and beautiful that dream was.
The time has passed and loving hands installed our Dubya on the crown place, on top of an important plumbing fixture. A sweet taste of pride filled Dubya's metal soul.
Ah, little did he know how harsh the life beyond the bubble is. A filthy dirty concrete has almost choked him to his death. The passer-bys stepped rudely on his face. Fly-over birds crapped on his shiny body. Bad-mannered cars splashed nasty dirty water over time after time.
This angered W so much, he often thought: "...unscrew myself and spray all over you, ungrateful plebeians, the plumbing sludge, I hold inside under such pressure". Thank god the concrete held it tight.
Years passed. The rust ate deep through the metal of his body, along with all surrounding rings. For sheer safety of our lovely street, please, call The Plumber now. It might be late tomorrow.
Don't f@#k it up, America, this time.
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