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she's so good at that, and i could really use it right about now. i've been through so much angst and grief lately, mainly due to her husband who apparently is the president. i need a hug mrs. bush, a big fat one.
i'd like to you visit my bedside, and be in a photo op with me and calm my shattered nerves out here in flyover land. i could always have that great shot of you standing there holding my hand with that look of stoic reassurance, and i'll hang it on the wall in a place of honor.
i'm a victim of 5 years under her husband's criminally insane administration, i've got shell shock, and i'm no longer capable of making rational decisions, and words don't mean anything any more. if i could just get the first lady to soothe me and caress my worried, furrowed brow, and hold my miserable hand, and give me the strength i need to carry on for another four fucking years of her husband's maniacal ravings on his relentless quest to destroy america utterly.
hurry mrs. first lady, hurry!
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