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And I really like it that when people make jokes about you, and you don't
get them, you don't make a big deal. That makes me even more attracted to
you. Even more than Karen Hughes. And you know I don't like to tell
things out of school, but I heard Karen tell Matalin that she liked Dick
better than she liked you. I'm pretty sure she was talking about the Vice
President, but even so, I wouldn't trust her. I hate Karen.
And when you wore that Bomber jacket on the deck of the USS Lincoln. (Abe
would have been so proud). You were so dreamy. I could almost picture you
fighting in a war like all those lucky
kids who you gave the chance too. When you told everyone that our mission
was accomplished, I almost fainted. It didn't matter that it wasn't, you
were going to let everyone know that you thought it was and that's what
made me know that you were the most brilliant man I ever saw. Not
brilliant in the regular smart way. But a different kind of brilliant. A
kind of brilliant that says you don't care whether you know anything at
all 'cause you don't believe that knowing something is all that
important, which, I guess, isn't very brilliant at all, but that's really
why I think you're the ginchiest and, well, why I want to be more than
just your personal lawyer. I want to be your personal supreme court
justice.
What a turn on when you acted like you were surprized when you found out
that there were no WMD so you changed WMD top "the capacity to make WMD"
or "had weapons programs." I just knew you were the most brilliant
pretense for war-changer ever.
That was the first time I wanted to be more than just your lawyer, and I
knew right then you were the nicest fella in the government! I guess it
was 'cause you acted so, well so natural like -- not like a real president
at all, but just like any fella you'd meet at school or at a skull and
bones party.
I hope you don't mind me getting a little personal, but I really love
your laugh. Sometimes, I TIVO you on Fox News and then replay the part
where you kind of snicker over and over until I finish. Then, after I
watch Bret Hume, I start all over.
Still, there was nothing sexier that when you told that creep bin laden
to "bring it on" I thought I would get pregnant right then, I mean, if
you could get pregnant alone. Please tell me that's how Laura got
pregnant. Oh, how I hate her.
Remember when Alberto said it was kind of okay to torture people because
there was a good chance they were guilty and I said that it could be a
problem and you got real mad at me. Well, I only said that so you
wouldn't get hurt like when everyone said that Jeb was the smart one.
Please forgive me. And please forgive me for hating all the women who
walk by you.
I feel like if I told you all the reasons I think you're so neat, it
would take more words than it takes to fill the Sunday New York Times.
Not that I would expect you to read it cause I know you don't like to
read newspapers, especially the New York Times. But even if it was the
Wall Street Journal, I wouldn't expect you to read it, just because of
me. I hate Laura more than I love God.
Please don't be upset with me, but I want you to know everything about
me. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I imagine that you're President
Clinton...the male one, and I'm Monica Lewinsky. I'm so glad you don't
smoke.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you are the best regime-changer
ever. Honest injun.
Heart you,
Your Harry (Really Harriet)
(Cut the music. Cue the revolution)
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