“Georgie, we go to the Orient for a few days and all heck breaks loose here. Now I find that there is dramatic fight about the Iraq troop pullout! Meanwhile we are all waiting to see what the Popular Peerless Prosecutor proposes for Rolly Poly Karl.”

“Nothing to worry about. About Karl and the spy crusade: he opened his mouth more that ten seconds and let the cat out of the stable!”

“Cat in a stable? Bag or litter box, you mean. You should also and worry about your declining popularity vote, even if Condi says that it does not matter.”

“Whatever. Now we are all guilty. Even my yellow cake is involved and Condi is right, she is a brilliant Social Scientist, remember?”

“George, I am beginning to worry about you. You don´t seem to realize that things are not going well in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, North Korea, Palestine, Israel, China, Nigeria, South Africa, Mexico, Aruba, NASA, the Supremes, the Torturers, Mrs Sheehan and Burquina Faso!”

“Burquina Faso? What the heck is that? A Cough Medicine?”

“See? You are so out of touch with reality that you belong in the Disney Studios. On second thought, you better not. Try Coney Island. I hate to imagine what you and Eisner would do to the Disney Company. If this was France in the seventeen hundreds, you would have been guillotined by now!”

The intrepid President looked at the First Lady with a mixture of respect, affection and his usual skeptical gloss. He still could not believe that the media and a good portion of the citizens of this great nation disapproved of his exalted leadership. He asked:

“What do you suggest, First Lady Know It All?”

“She smiled and replied:

“Very simple Your Majesty”

“What?”

"We cut and run!"

"And forget our glorious Iraq victory?"

"I con't mean Iraq. I mean we cut and run from this white barn that spells nothing but trouble and hightail it to good old Texas!"