President Dubya Bush, VP Cheney. Who could ask for more?

Cheney shoots his friend. Doesn't say a word. Word leaks out. White house scratches it's head in wonderment. "How did this get out"?

"Dubya, I'm Vice President, we couldn't keep it quiet forever".

"But Boss (as Dubya refers to Cheney), no one cares about you".

"Not true Dubya, the fucking media always find me when the old heart flutters, and now this"!

Dubya shakes his head...... "But the guy didn't DIE! Why should we say anything? You think it would have been better for him to die and us hide the body?"

"Dubya, Dubya, Dubya", says Cheney, shaking his head. "You are getting smart, you know that?"

Dubya looks at Cheney with awe, "REALLY Boss?". Dubya is running around like a puppy in heat. "Just stay calm Dubya, I'll handle this. It's almost your bedtime anyhow".

Cheney leaves the room, leaving the door open for Dubya's personal assistant, who walks in. Dubya is so glad he hired this man. Tall, dark, quiet really. Yup! Dubya has his own personal assistant. Not for work, nope, Condie has that job, well, more than work but I digress.

This personal assistant never talks back to Dubya. Dubya likes that. This man is silent, watchful, seeming to take in everything.

"Yup", Dubya mutters, "I've fooled the world. Got Saddam (so what if the trial never ends)? Gonna fight all those Countries who disagree with me. Now Cheney has taken the heat off me and I can relax while he squirms".

Dubya continues to ponder his victories (in his "world" he is victorious in all things). But damn those people who keep wanting Bin Laden. He gave them Saddam, isn't that enough? How is he going to catch this Bin Laden guy. Too smart for Dubya, that is for sure.

As Dubya thinks aloud, his faithful assistant smiles. A Mona Lisa smile. He keeps his eyes on Dubya and nods as Dubya says, "Right Big O"?

Bin Laden nods, smiles as he walks out the door.