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Saturday, October 02, 2004

Kill the President

Part 8

The media assembling, Lumwedder resembling
Sitting Bull, now a sheer disbelief –
nay, horror – descends on the women and men
of the press, and just then, a hush happens when
he strides in with 'Hail to the Chief'.

The folks of the press all attempt to suppress
gasps and laughter. "Is he a Mohican?"
asks a man from AP. "Chickasaw, looks to me"
says Ms NBC. "Shhh!!!" says an agent. "It's Cree."
Says Irving, "Mah fellow Americans ..."

To be continued

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