I got a real problem

Oh man, my eyes are soar, my back is tweaked, my neck is stressed, and my head is throbbing. I need some Tylonal or Asparin or something. Let me tell you a personal statement here, since that is what this thing is for I guess, let me tell you, it can be kind of stressful to be the President of America. I know Henry K. says he wants me to run again, says he knows how to work the back channels to get me in for another round, but I don't think I can take it. Somedays, I just want to go back to the Ranch where I can sit back with a tallboy and not have everyone watching everything I do.
I mean, I do everything Dick, Henry and my Dad tell me, but still, I have all these people busting my balls. I say what I am supposed to, I don't do open press meetings, just like they said. I rarely try to talk without reading what they have written for me, but it doesn't seem to work.
And now all these people saying I spied on them. I SPIED ON KERRY, no one else, I Didn't care about who sent what package to who, or what girlscout read what, or a who was gay and applying to the Marines, no... I just don't care... I wanted to know what Kerry had to say in the campaign, thats it... thats all. That is all I cared about... OK??? Whats the big deal...
Geezzzzus.