Leaked Phone Transcript ... Bush and Blair Speak!

[zengrifter]

Saturday, November 11, 2006
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Leaked Phone Transcript ... Bush and Blair Speak!

the void salutes anti-war moles in the NSA who were able to smuggle out this recent security transcript of a conversation last night between George Bush and Tony Blair. Read on to gain an insight into the minds of two troubled world leaders.

TB: Well, hey there Big Guy, Tony here .. Just thought I’d give you a tinkle, lift the old spirits eh Big Guy
GB: Cowboy, it’s a bad time, ah’m packing ma things up here
TB: Really, hey, come on big Guy, I mean things can’t be that bad surely
GB: Cowboy, ma man Dick tells me ah’ve lost the house. Well, I just kinda thought ah’d go quietly Cowboy, no need for a fuss
TB: Oh come on Big Guy, you don’t have to leave the Whitehouse, I mean gosh Big Guy, you’re still the president
GB: Ah am? Well hell that’s just what ah said, but they’r’ll sayin’ it’s over Big Guy, they say ah’ve lost the house and ah’ve lost the congress, whatever the hell that means, so ah just thought ah’d make ma way back to Texas and tend to ma steers
TB: Listen Big Guy, you can’t quit now, we need you more than ever, the world needs you Big Guy. We’re fighting evil you and me, c’mon, two musketeers an‘ all that, just like old times
GB: Well ah guess ah just don’t feel it no more son, ah just don’t have it in me to carry on
TB: God, you are down aren’t you. Listen Big Guy, just think of all the things to come in the future, ID Cards, internment, these were our dreams Big Guy, we built this together, I mean come on, thing’s are just getting started, you can’t back down on me now .. I mean what about Iran, North Korea, there’s so much work to be done, what about Cuba
GB: You ain’t shittin’ me, you’re still in for Cuba
TB: Sure Big Guy, I mean hell we might even win for once
GB: And what about that venice place, veniz.. nensey, ah hell Cuba it is Cowboy, sheesh, ya could allu’s talk me round, ah do like that ‘bout ya son
TB: So we’re back on, the war on terror, Bush and Blair, Big Guy and Cowboy, back in business
GB: Why hell yes Cowboy, hell we’ve taken bigger knocks than this ain’t we, ah mean just cause the people hate us, well ah for one don’t give a rat's ass what the people damn well think, ah‘m the goddamn president of this country and ah’m gonna do what the hell ah pur-leez!
TB: That’s the spirit Big Guy, you sound just like your old self already
GB: It’s just, well they’re all desertin’ me Cowboy, old Rummy wasn’t sacked, he walked out, said ah was some kind of ****ing retard or whatever the hell that means. Laura, well she went months ago, ah never see the girls, and well Condi, she’s kinda gone cold on me too Cowboy
TB: I’m sorry to hear that Big Guy, I mean I saw you two together, well it was obvious to us all, it was love
GB: She found out about the slave Cowboy
TB: Well, I did warn you Biy Guy, I mean some people, well they’re just old fashioned about these things I guess
GB: ah’m a-lonesome Cowboy, sat here all on ma own, ma daddy’s always too busy to talk to me and Jeb, well he hardly calls
TB: I could come over Big Guy, cheer you up, just like old times, maybe some, well you know, snuggles
GB: Ah’ve told ya Cowboy, no more of that kinda business, it interferes with ma beliefs
TB: Well I don’t know Big Guy, we could just relax, take a tour, I’m due a holiday soon, quite a long one actually
GB: Ah just don’t feel like going away Big Guy, ah need to get back in control, show some folks who’s boss in this here country, ah said ah’m the president here, ah’m the ****ing goddamn president
(sound of breaking glass)
TB: Your not drinking again are you Big Guy, you know what we discussed. Hell, I mean you promised
GB: Hell yes ah’m drinking, what the hell are you ma priest, ma goddamn wife, well ma wife, she’s gone and it’s your damn fault
TB: But, well Big Guy, I don’t know what you mean
GB: This damn mess in Iraq, hell why’d ya have to talk me into this, jesus damn christ, so many folk dead an’ all, why’d ya let me do it Cowboy
TB: but .. but Big Guy, I mean I did it for you
GB: Well I sure as hell wish ya hadn’t. Ah’m a ruined man, my countries facin’ disaster, they don’t even know how much money we spent yet an’ hell Cowboy, what about the children, how can I forget the children. I see them photographs on that inter-thingy, I seen all those dead children, ah’m a man of god an’ look what ah have become
TB: Now listen up Big Guy, you’ve got to pull yourself together. Do you think I sleep at night, well no I don’t, but that doesn’t stop my resolve, we started this and we’ll damn well finish it, you’ll see, and I don’t care how many have to die
GB: But ah don’t even know what we’re trying to do anymore Cowboy, ah just don’t get what we’re even doing there
TB: Listen Big Guy, I never said I have all the answers … but I do know this, we’re fighting evil and that’s all there is to it. I mean you remember what happened on September the 11th
GB: When?
TB: For christ’s sake, the twin towers, the pentagon, the planes
GB: Ah yes, hell that was a bad day,
TB: So we can’t let them get away with it can we Big Guy, I mean come on, this is a war for freedom
GB: But, hell it weren’t the children who did them things Cowboy, ah just can’t stop thinking about the children
TB: yes, well I’ve looked this up, I am a lawyer you know, and it’s called ‘collective punishment’ it’s all totally acceptable, and very English
GB: Well you English, you always did sure know a hell of a lot ’bout occupation
TB: It’s what we do Big Guy
GB: Well ah guess ah’m feelin’ a little better, maybe ah will go down to ma ranch, take a break, let things sink in, can’t be all bad hey Cowboy
TB: That’s the spirit, and I mean it I’ll fly over whenever you like, no funny stuff, I promise
GB: What about that other guy, your buddy, from the other side
TB: You mean Cameron, well, what about him?
GB: Send him Cowboy, ah kinda like the way he stands
TB: Well really, I mean I’m prime minister Big Guy, I think really that would be more appropriate
GB: Just damn well do it will ya Cowboy, do ah have t’ask ya everythin’ twice, hell ah’m gettin' to feelin’ back to mah old self already
TB: Well listen, I’ll see what I can do, but I really must go, I’m very tired and it’s time I got some sleep,
GB: Hell you sure are a strange one Cowboy, it’s the middle of the afternoon, how can ya be tired?
TB: Look I’ve explained before … oh never mind, look Big Guy, just stay focussed ok, we’ll come through this
GB: Hell ah’ll drink to that buddy, ah’ll sure drink to that.
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