Mister President

The day after, my head was bouncing. That wife of mine came home late night and started nagging on my head now. After some aspirins and left-overs in some champaign-bottles I decided nothing was working, I needed another sniff. That one helped and I entered the dining room for my breakfast. Bridget was the first one with a questions: daddy, what is sex? For these questions I was always prepared so I explained all about it. Sex is something two people who love each other do. Cindy wouldn't approve if I told her the truth. Our daughter is still to young to know that it's in most cases just the opposite. That men do it with every female being with good looks. Also I had to shut up about the sex last night, with two other females, one of which I forgot her name already, and Sarah, the nicest fuck. Sarah by the way has a daughter the same age as Bridget, but she does know what sex is.

The coke started working really good, and after answering this first questions I could tell the family the good news. Kids and wife, daddy is going for president of the united states. This was my first trial to come up with a nice speech at the family-table. In the future, I was going to decide where bombs where dropped, in which country little children would stitch our shoes an footballs, and who is going to be rich. To end the speech I thanked God, for blessing only our part of the world and let the rest either work or die for us.

Finally it was time to get some food down my throat. The eggs and bacon Cindy made had become cold. Damn. Out of frustration I threw the frying pan in Cindy's direction. This was obviously the will of God, not my mistake that she was laying down here with blood coming out of her head but still living. Nivedita spooked throug mine again, the only difference here was that this one was still breathing. Probably she was gonna make it through the day and will be laying back in my bed this evening. Nivedita had other gods, but our God is seriously working on my nerves now. Why could she live while Nivedita had to die? Time for a porn-movie. My friend George left the latest one with me yesterday: Nailin' Palin.

This time a little poem and a song about the real presidential elections: