In a direct mockery of all the real people who die and don't get reported on this bloge, President Bush's pet cat, India, died yesterday at the age of nineteen. I wonder what magical stories this adorable creature could have told, and mourn the missed opportunity of her being mauled by the Obama family's incoming dog during their first meeting. That really would've been the best and most humiliating way for poor old President Bush to go, hunched over the body of his dead cat with the smug Obama mutt peeing on the White House's front steps.
In other news, it's hip to hate Obama now. Trust me. I've got the inside scoop.
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