"President Bush, as Commander in Chief, you have the authority to use any and all weapons at your disposal. We have this shooting range that your father found in the Middle East about ten years ago. They shoot at our planes and we drop a couple bombs on them. It's part of the arrangement we have with the owner. He gets to look tough, and you get to look tough. It is now customary for each new president to drop a few bombs at the range. In fact, if you look in the fine print, it's mandatory that you do this at least once each term."

"Sounds good, Chris, but I don't want it to interfere with my tax cut plan."

"Not too worry, sir. In fact, dropping a few bombs on Iraq will give you a powerful persona that will help your chances with Congress."

"But I'm talking to the Mexican President right now. Shouldn't we wait until I'm back in the country?"

"In all truth, Mr. President, it makes an even bigger statement if you're not in the country. It will show that you are in charge no matter where you are."

"I like the sound of that."

"I thought you would, Mr. President."

"Are sure it's okay with Saddam? I really can't deal with him right now."

"Oh, I assure you, it's fine. He actually phoned the Pentagon last week, asking what he had done to be ignored by the Son of Bush."

"Well, I've been busy. I haven't even made it back to the ranch yet."

"I understand, Mr. President, but I think dropping a few bombs will make everyone involved happy."

"And the public?"

"Polls show that 62 percent of Americans would have bombed Iraq already if they were the new president."

"Well, I hate to go against the tax payers."

"Exactly, Mr. President. I suggest you bomb early in the week, so you will plenty of time to get your tax cut proposal together. Are you finished yet?"

"Almost. I'm still trying to cut another percentage point of taxes for the top one percent. They carry such a burden, you know. Just because the rich make all the money doesn't mean they should have to pay all the taxes!"

"Absolutely not, Mr. President."

"The Bible says the meek shall inherit the Earth, so they should really pay the same percentage as the rich. Maybe more since this place will someday belong to the poor."

"I couldn't agree more, Mr. President. So what's your decision, sir?"

"What?"

"What's your final word? I've got the general on the other line."

"Oh right. Sorry. Yeah. Okay. Go ahead and drop some bombs in the sand, and tell Saddam that I haven't been ignoring him, I've just been swamped with things lately. Tell him once the American economy goes sour that we'll get together and discuss a real war time operation. It shouldn't be more than a couple years if I can get this tax cut passed."

"Very good, Mr. President. I'll pass the word along."

"And send him the latest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader video tape as well. That should smooth things over until I can devote more time to him."

"Excellent. It's going to be a pleasure working with you, Mr. President."

"Thanks. I'm really starting to get the hang of this job."

Chris Jungle is a talking head.