What about "Living Colour Me Badd." They

What about "Living Colour Me Badd." They do an awesome version of boy band style cult of personality which

is exactly what the Republican party needs right now; a good dose of good old fashioned twirls and hair flip combos.

Otherwise we're gonna get sorely trounced at the political Olympics. Coach Bush was giving a pep-speech to republican team, after Rumsfeld got a series of 4s and 5s at the figure

Skating event, Bush did an I-told-you-so number about warning him not to go shirtless. But Cheney was proud of the newest scar that rested above the spot on his chest where humans

from the future had removed his heart and replaced it with a 60 terawatt fusion furnace, wirelessly powering an entire fleet of warships above him. This caused Bush to react like

a chimpanzee in office, pooping on important legislature. But every day he grew more suspicious, which worried Dick Cheney. "What's the Humanzee Project?" Bush asked one day.

He never should have attained the ability to speak. He was Humanzee, not actually a human but close enough to fool a blind nun at 20 yards away. That was what was supposed to be,

since he wanted to run for office. His ability to fool the blind and also nuns with his speech would make him a perfect candidate for the

Mayor of the city of Blind Nuns. The election was in the bag already. It was like taking candy from a baby: a blind, sanctimonious baby. He had perfected his campaign slogan: