I had this mental image of a Bush/Blair phone call.

[DarkPhenyx]

*ring*

"Hello?"

"George? George! I think they are on to us, man. I think they are on to us! They are getting their inquiries! God knows wht they might actually dig up! And the Intel's? My God, George! They are actually talking! You promised me they wouldn't do that! YOU PROMISED!"

"Now calm down T. Have I let you down yet? Didn't I say we'd get our war? Didn't I tell you that the people would be good little sheep? C'mon man. We own this planet. You know that."

"But George..."

"Now listen T. Here's what I'll do. I'll get Rush and Sean onto it. Might even pull in Fox for this. I've got your back."

*pant, pant, wag* "You'd do that George? You'd really put Fox on this one for me?"

"You bet, T. You are my number one guy."

Bush slowly hangs up the phone and turns to Dick. "Call Rumsfeld, we've got a problem."

"What is it sir?"

"I think Blair is getting scared. Might become a liability. Check with Rummy and see if we still have that airline mechanic on the payroll."

"Will do, Sir."

[OneTwentyoNine]

1. LOL......

[GOPisEvil]

2. Heh...having Rupert Murdoch on the payroll make sense for *, doesn't it?

:grr: