Now, Amos, yer overlookin' a few things here.

First, it's Junior's *JOB* to sell an invasion of Iraq. The military industrial complex bought his butt and danged if they're gonna just let the boy go off every night chasin' women and snortin' coke like back in Junior's good ol' days. No, Sir, Amos.

And no more *pretzel incidents* either (wink, wink...)

Nope. It's work, work, work. (Get on that drum there, boy, and don't quit pounding til *WE* say so!!!)

Yeah, don't let the *Junior Smirk* fool ya 'cause behind that smirk you'll find all the I.Q.'s that are required to get thru college with a 2.3 GPA or to have figured out a way to embezell $800,000 from Harkin Oil as he drove it into the ground...

Gotta give credit where it's due, Amos...

Bobert