Recently, President Bush exclaimed that he sleeps well, Iraqi malestrom/loss of Congress be damned. Yes, that's right, friends, you have one less thing to worry about, knowing our president sleeps well - like a baby, one presumes - and with all attendant REM dreaminess: sugarplums and sunny fiestas, sex that's unattainable in waking life, the restorative climes of the "furthest near-world" (Markey) refurbishing the lot of Mr. Bush's work-withered cells.
Hmm. As we say in Southern California, "Um...yeeeaaah..."
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