Sunday, August 20, 2006

Then little W said....

"Gosh darn it dad, I can't find those WMD's you gave Saddam anywhere!"
And he stomped his feet and stuck out his lip, making a pouting face.
Finally poor little George had to satisfy himself with his favorite pass time, taking replica Constitutions out of a large pile in the corner, and cutting paper dolls out of them. Then taking them out in the garden and lighting them on fire and yelling "talk terrorist scum, or I'll torture you more! Muahahaha!"

Snapshot of http://web.archive.org/web/20030601160418/www.cjr.org/year/93/2/iraqgate.asp

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