Our story begins in Crawford, Texas, where George W. Bush is vacationing at his home. Y’see, U.S. presidents get 10 five-week vacations each year, and George was on his 5th when something very life-changing happened. It all began when George was taking his second daily nappy-nap…. 
When, suddenly…
Excuse me, Mr. President. My name is Cindy Sheehan. I’d like to talk about my son, who was killed in Iraq.
Boss, there is a crazy woman screaming through a megaphone in the front yard. You want we should take care of her? 
No, redneck bodyguard. If you do that, I’ll have to address the public about it, and you know how much I hate make word go good together. Just ignore her and she’ll go away. Whatever you say. Yaaaawwn. It’s going to be a beautiful day! 
GRR!! This can’t go on. Meanwhile…
Well, it appears the persevering Cindy Sheehan is still outside the president’s Texas ranch, yelling at him through a megaphone to talk with her. So far, the president has not responded. We have landed an exclusive interview with the woman herself. 
So, Mrs. Sheehan, may I call you Peace Mom? Uh….sure…? Great. I like calling my women that. So, Ms. Peace Mom, how’s it going? Oh, great. Lots of people have come out here to join the cause, it’s just been spirit-lifting. And, uh, what exactly is the cause? What are you trying to accomplish? …Uh…..get out of Iraq, I guess…. And you believe you can accomplish this by standing outside of the president’s house while he’s on vacation and screaming at him through a megaphone? Uh…. …..So, uh, is there anything you want to say to George W. Bush while you’re on television? Yes. Uh, I just want to know, George Bush, if this is such a noble cause, would you send your own daughters to replace the position of a fallen soldier in Iraq?* And all this hub-bub over the death of your son? Did it ever occur to you that that’s what happens in wars? My intentions are based on anger, not grief.* What does that mean? Uh..... And so Michael Moore said 
I’ve got to get down there! BOYS!! 
Later that minute…. 
Hey, I’m Michael Moore. I’m Cindy Sheehan. Well, yeah, I heard. Look, I support the cause and all with your “Kick Bush’s Tush” attitude and your “Kick Bush’s Tush” media coverage. I’d like to put you on my website. Really? Yeah! In fact, I have lots of friends who’d love to put you on their website. Except Dave. He’s a loser. Meanwhile, Bush is off to tell the media about his feelings on Cindy. 
Aww, darn it. The car broke down…and exploded. Guess we’ll have to address the public in the middle of nowhere. Set up the cameras. 
Okay, we all set up? *ahem* I think it's important for me to be thoughtful and sensitive to those who have got something to say. But I think it's also important for me to go on with my life.* ...did that sound good? The next day… The crazy woman has not gone away since yesterday when you said she would. ...Kill her.* That night… 
….The next day… I am deeply saddened by Cindy Sheehan’s recent disappearance. ....I was just getting ready to talk to her. [size=25]THE END [/size]