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Politics : Right Wing Extremist Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: sandintoes who wrote (39595)	12/22/2003 8:02:52 AM
From: Glenn Petersen	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 59480

Another clever rendition: washtimes.com Christmas flight As is tradition at the annual holiday White House Basement Party, a Christmas poem — penned this year by Greg Clugston of Salem Radio News — was read to all assembled, including White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan. The talented Mr. Clugston titled his verse: "'Twas the Night Before Christmas — 2003 White House Press Basement Version": 'Twas the night before Christmas and at the White House, President Bush was asleep — quiet as a mouse. With Barney and Spot at the foot of the bed, Visions of prescription drug benefits danced in his head. Tomorrow, in the morning, to Camp David he'd go For Christmas with Laura and his parents in tow. Having gotten a lid, the reporters laid low, Expecting their holiday shift to go slow. When out on the South Lawn there arose such a clatter, Laura jumped up to see what was the matter. And what to her bewildered eyes did she see? Two shadowy figures attempting to flee. The couple wore ball caps in the dark of the night, Boarding a Gulfstream Five for a top-secret flight. The plane flew at top speed with shades pulled down tight. Even exterior lights were off — to keep out of sight. When a "non-U.K." pilot spotted the presidential plane, The control tower suggested he was going insane. The president arrived at a remote military base. So remote, in fact, it looked like outer space. Travel poolers were incredulous, as they began to swoon, Realizing that Bush had just flown to the moon! Dressed all in white, Bush emerged with a jump. Wearing a spaceflight suit, he was ready to stump. "Now Kerry! Now Gephardt! Dean, Edwards, and Clark! And the rest of you candidates who are a shot in the dark! "My bold new campaign will keep you off-kilter. I'll do it bypassing the national media 'filter.' " It was a strategy all of the Democrats feared — TV ads replaying Saddam's shaggy beard. Bush hoisted a flag, planting it inside a crater. He saluted and waved and said, "See ya later." Hours later, Dubya arrived back home on the lawn. Stepping off the Gulfstream he stifled a yawn. He approached the stakeout with a twinkle in his eye, Knowing the secret travel would boost poll numbers high. And I heard him exclaim, while Cheney hunted and fished, "Merry Christmas to all! 'Mission Accomplished.' "