BUSH AND BIRD FLU

"Mr. President, we're concerned about an impending bird flu..."

"What bird? Flew where?"

"Sir, we are referring to the possibility of a flu pandemic caused by birds."

"Which birds?"

"Chickens, sir."

"I don't want to cry fowl on this one gentlemen (Bush laughs the way he usually laughs)...but it looks like some chickens are coming home to roost, not roast!" (More laughing)

"Sir, we don't believe this is a laughing matter."

"O.K. O.K. No more chicken on the White House menu."

"We agree Mr. President, but we are also wondering whether you have a plan for a potential pandemic?"

"Well, our plate is pretty darn full with Iraq...then Katrina...and that other hurricain...what was her name? Oh, yeah Iran…I mean Irene."

"Uh, sir, you mean Rita."

"Yeah, Rita. She wasn't mean like that Katrina."

"So, Mr. President, what should we do about this deadly bird flu?"

"Well, if Rove doesn't get his feathers pulled out, get him and Cheney on this chicken thing. Just make sure FEMA doesn't get involved."

"Yes sir."

"Well, time for lunch."

(Bush walks away mumbling "Fowl is fair, fair is fowl...
hubble-bubble, toil and trouble..."


IT WAS THE OIL STUPID!