A man runs into a bar and says to the bartender, "Give me twenty shots of your
best single-malt scotch, quick!"
The bartender pours the shots, and the man drinks them
down, one at a time, as fast as he can.
The bartender says, "Wow. I never saw anybody drink
that fast."
The man says, "Well, you'd drink that fast if you had
what I have."
The bartender says, "Oh my God. What is it? What
do you have?"
The man says, "Fifty cents."
I'm a comedian, you know. That's how I started in show business, and that's what I'll always be, long after the lovable TV Drew is dead or lives on in syndication. Comedians make fun of presidents. And their families. That's because next to popes, presidents are the ultimate sacred cows. That's my only excuse for doing this. It's an irresistible primal urge.
So to all the presidents or their families who might read this (yeah, fat chance): nothing personal. I'm just doing my job. Laugh, and the world laughs with you.
You lying sons of bitches. Ronald Reagan has Alzheimer's disease. He's always had Alzheimer's disease. Ever since Iran-contra. Does he seriously expect anyone to believe that he didn't know what Oliver North was up to? Bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
I didn't even mind that he did it. Arms for hostages. Sounded like a great plan. Something out of a Le Carre novel. But don't lie about it. And thanks for all the national debt, peckerhead.
Glad it helped make you popular.
"We need to balance the budget!" Oh, really?
Then why didn't you? Nancy's astrologer didn't think it was the right time? Jupiter wasn't in line with Venus, or some other such New Age crap you let her use to help run the country? Did Nancy ever dress in a turban and throw chicken bones around the Oval Office to help you decide what to have for lunch?
Maybe it was because the Star Wars program was so expensive. By the way, whatever happened to that? Didn't you get us to spend billions of dollars for it? Where the fuck is it? I know that the Russians aren't much of a threat anymore, but so what? People drive Porsches when a Honda will do. Where the fuck is our billion-dollar, Russian-zapping Porsche?
I will give Reagan credit for keeping the military stakes so high with Russia that to compete with us, they ruined their economy and their whole system collapsed. Thanks. (Although, now I'm scared of pesky little countries like Azerbaijan, not to mention every disgruntled Russian scientist with a nuclear bomb for sale.)
That is, I'll give his staff credit for ruining Russia. They were the brains of the outfit, if you ask me. Sometimes I think that the whole Reagan administration was like one of those movies where they would find a guy who looks just like the president, teach him how to act like the president, and then kill the real president.
Also, I was in the marines during the Reagan years, and any presidential look-alike that beefs up the military is a-okay with me. The entire collapse of the Bush era can be summed up in six words: "Read My Lips, No New Taxes." I bet you hear those words in your sweat-drenched nightmares, don't you George?
The American public didn't seem to mind that he lied about his involvement in the Iran-contra scandal, even though he was at all the meetings. Even though he used to be the head of the Central Intelligence Agency, so you knew he knew about everything that everybody did everywhere. I'm sure he still got the newsletter. And they loved him for taking the lead on the Gulf War. Thanks for keeping our gas prices low, low, low. Thanks for making Kuwait safer than South Central LA. I hope to vacation there someday.
Thanks for not killing Sadaam when you had the chance. I had five minutes about Sadaam in my act and didn't want to lose it. But oh, Jesus, did they hate you over "Read My Lips." It's too bad you didn't say it while you were head of the CIA. You could've claimed it was some kind of secret code that meant, "A Chicken In Every Pot."
But what did we expect from a guy that let himself get pushed around by the Democratic Congress on budgetary issues worse than Reagan did. After all, raising taxes wasn't his idea, he just went along with it like some idiot. (I can't, in good conscience, blame only presidents for this country being in such out-of-control
debt. I blame Congress, mostly, because they're the only ones that are constitutionally allowed to spend money. But it doesn't help when president after president lets them get away with it without having at least some of them secretly assassinated.)
Clinton. Where to start with the lyingest, bullshittingest, most insincere misrepresenter to ever hold the office?
Didn't inhale, didn't waggle his dick at Paula Jones, wasn't greedy during the eighties, only wants to help, feels your pain, never did a line of blow, has
a plan for every problem in your life no matter how small it is.
Bullshit.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
He didn't inhale because he was stupid and didn't know how. He wanted to get high, he just couldn't figure out the complicated respiratory trick that
even your average crack head can do.
He doesn't remember shaking his trouser snake at Paula Jones, because he probably did it so many times to so many women that she got lost in the shuffle. He's willing to (as of this writing, anyway)donate some $600,000 that she's asking for to a charity to settle the case, but he didn't do it. And Michael
Jackson never molested a little boy.
Everything he says to us sounds like some practiced pick-up line that you'd hear from some old guy trying to get laid in a disco.
"I feel your pain, baby. Let's go back to my
place."
"Hi, I'm the education president. Nice tits."
He needed to raise all our taxes to get back at the rich people who were so greedy during the awful Reagan-Bush years. (Remember the Reagan-Bush years? How terrible things were?) I think that in my best year during Reagan-Bush I made just over thirty thousand. In 1989, the last year of the so called "Decade of Greed" I was living out of my car trying not to put a bullet through my head. And then soon as Clinton gets elected and I just start to make good money, he wants to raise my taxes to get back at me.
Well, fuck you.
What were you and your wife doing in the eighties,huh? Living off the land? No, you prick, you and your lawyer wife were doing sweetheart land deals and trading in pork futures and trying to get rich like every other yuppie. You even sent your daughter to an exclusive private rich-kid school. Nice going, especially since
you're so vigorously opposed to school vouchers which would let the average Joe provide the same opportunities to his daughter that you gave to yours.
The education president, my ass. Public schools in America suck. You said as much yourself when you wouldn't send your own daughter to one. You think she'd be going to Stanford if she went to a public school in D.C.? She'd be lucky to be going to a decent community college right now. Instead of being a doctor, her goal would be to read at an eighth-grade level.
You and your "Mandate for Change." You never got more than half of the popular vote. You didn't get elected by a landslide, you fell through the cracks. I've had it with all these assholes. Every election I have to hold my nose to vote. The way they go on and on, taking credit for things they didn't do, blaming
the other party for every bad thing that no one has control over, making promises they have no intention of keeping just because a poll told them the
public wanted to hear it . . .
And they always have a plan for solving every problem. Poverty, Crime, AIDS; you name it, and Big Brother can solve it right from his Ivory Tower in Washington, D.C. Call a press conference, give a speech, appoint a committee: problem solved as far as any president is concerned. On to the next problem.
For example, while I was writing this chapter, Big Brother Bill gave a "major speech" in California about racism. What he said was that racism is bad, he was against it, and if we all just worked together a little harder, we could get rid of it.
Race problem solved. Congratulations. Better put on your lab coat and get to work on that AIDS vaccine now, huh?