It all starts Friday morning when Bush addresses the nation about the economy.
“Don’t worry America. I have a plan.”
“I can’t believe it’s come to this. What did I say last time George?”
“Fine, I’ll get a job, but you’re an asshole, Dad!”
Saturday morning, Bush crunches some numbers, and due to some enormous decimal place problems he thinks he can fix the economy by working a night job for three weeks.
Even though Bush thinks he can fix all our money problems with a second job, he quits on his first day, “cause work sucks!”
“Ok, new plan. We’re gonna turn around a couple kee’s of coke. I got a guy.”
“Sorry, America. I don’t know what happened. I lost the coke. All of it—wait—SNOOORT—all of it.”
“Don’t sweat it guys. I got another idea. Whew ha! Let’s do this shit! NOW!”
“After I jam for a few minutes! Anyone know white rabbit?”
“All right, let’s go! Yeah! Fuck, I love fixing the economy! Shit!”
“Here it is, y’all-- ready for my big idea? It’s big, y’all! We’re goin’ to fuckin’ China! Hell yeah!”
“Give me all your money you commie bitch! NOW!!!”
It’s 9:12 AM Sunday morning, and the world has been blown to pieces.