It
Was a Dream, Wasn’t It?
“Mr. President, special proclamation, you’re in the Army.
You and your father abused and killed our men and women, sending them to war
needlessly. All you’ve done is make a bogus carrier landing. You are now,
Private Bush. We’re landing in Iraq in 12 hours.”
“George! You’re yelling. Wake up! You’re having a bad dream.”
“George! You’re yelling. Wake up! You’re having a bad dream.”
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