I dreamt last night that I wrote an essay dripping with irony that was disguised as a Bush speech. In this Swiftian speech the Decider apologized profusely for all his wrongs and engaged in an uncharacteristc degree of metacognitive self-awareness.
In my dream Karl Rove stole the essay before publication and Bush read it on TV on a Tuesday night. His approval ratings soared and I woke disgusted.
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