[Christmas Eve. The Iraq war has gone sour, Congress has gone to the Democrats, and George W. Bush's friends have turned on him. As he jogs along a bridge overlooking the Potomac, he keeps recalling the words of Old Man McCain: "You've messed up everything, George Bush! In 2008, you'd be worth more votes dead than alive!" He stops and stares into the icy waters.]
GEORGE [shouting to the heavens]: I'm at the end of my rope! Show me the way! C'mon! Bring it on!
[He hears a splash and sees someone thrashing in the water. George climbs down and pulls ashore a funny-looking, white-haired man.]
GEORGE: Clarence? Clarence Thomas! What are you doing here?
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GEORGE [shouting to the heavens]: I'm at the end of my rope! Show me the way! C'mon! Bring it on!
[He hears a splash and sees someone thrashing in the water. George climbs down and pulls ashore a funny-looking, white-haired man.]
GEORGE: Clarence? Clarence Thomas! What are you doing here?
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