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Tell the Truth Boy (a long one) President Bush decided he wanted to hear what "his People" really think about him, so he leaves his body guards outside a small town and walks into a bar. After talking to the elderly barman for a while, he gets around to asking: "And what do you think of this President?"
The barman pauses drying a glass and says, "Do you really want to know my honest-to-god opinion?" "Yes, yes", replies Bush eagerly.
The barman hesitates looking over his shoulder, "No, not here, you never know who is listening and I need this job badly since all my pension funds have gone and I have a sick wife at home. The President ain't gonna help me if I loose my job here for telling the truth. But I tell you what, meet me at the end of the road at two after I finish work."
So after talking a bit more and hearing how half the town are unemployed, Bush drinks up his lemonade and goes out. At two o'clock he is at the end of the street and the barman approaches. "You still wanna know what I think of George W. Bush?" he asks. "Sure", replies the President.
"Well" the barman says looking over his shoulder and pulling nervously at his tie, "I don't want anyone to hear me. Follow me down the road a bit". The President is getting nervous. He had heard people felt bad about his Administration, bad about the unemployment, reductions in spending on schools and lack of medical provision, even bad about the Patriot Act, but that they felt they could not longer speak out? But he follows the barman down the street...
They come to some woodland. "You still want to know?" the barman asks nervously, peering into the trees. "Sure" nods the Bush. "Well, I ain't gonna tell you here. You never do know who is listening. I tell you what, fellah, let's just climb to the top of this here hill."
So the barman takes the path and they hike up to the top of the hill. They can see for miles... Not a soul in sight. Bush is really nervous now. What the heck is this guy going to say? The barman asks again, looking around and up at the sky: "You really, really want to know what I think don't ya?" Bush nods, panting.
"Well come here and I'll whisper in your ear..." Bush is finally going to hear the truth at last! Yes! The barman leans near his ear and whispers quietly: "You know, I don't find Bush all that bad."
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