Or more importantly, a God.
Less than 24 hours before his 60th birthday, Bush receives news of the death of his good buddy, Ken Lay. While everyone is making a big fucking deal about the President's birthday, God is there to interject.
But let me say this, God let Lay off easy.
He should have gone to prison, where he deserves.
Or maybe he did, if you know what I mean.
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