God Damn It!

(I like this picture, because I look real profesional and yet firm and stuff.)
These god damned liberal press muther freakers. I am SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOO SOOS OSOSOSOOSOOSOOSOSO So so so so so so so so so SO SO SOO SOO SOOSOOS OSO SO SOOSO SO SO SOO SOO SO SO sick of them and all the "questions" and "comments" and can't they just freaking leave me alone, itS CHRISTMAS for God's sake. C-H-R-I-S-M-A-S.
Geeezus.
Dick called. He's got a bug up his butt because the Saudis said they were a little perturbed at my request for a little cheaper gas for the Christmas season, but whatever.
And then there is this whole "new" thing about Me spying on the American "public" as if I have time to go spying on every person out there that reads The Catcher and the Rie. I mean, come on, of course I told those agencies to keep it a secret that there was a change of policy, because if I told them to tell people, then the people we were trying to spy on would know, and that would defeat the whole purpose. People aren't supposed to know they are being spied on, and when I change the rules, which is my Executer rights, then it is up to me. I AM THE PRESEDENT - P-R-E-S-E-D-E-N-T.
Geezus.
Condi called. God, she's great. If she wasn't so black I'd probably try to get me a piece of that.
I hope she runs for vice-presedent next time.
I'd love to have her as my veep. She's way nicer than Dick. Dick has been sort of a D-I-C-K lately.
J/K DC... j/k
Anyway. I've got to go now. All the people are calling me and stuff, and I just want to get back to the ranch for some good ol' Christmas cheer, and a few egg-nogs, if you know what I mean.