“So, go ahead and ask your dumb questions you stupids,” Bush told the press.
“I’m from the New York Times and…” A bat to the reporter’s stomach caused him to fall to the ground and curl up in a ball. Everyone looked on in shock.
“What?” Bush demanded, setting back down the bat, “Didn’t I explain to you all what happens when I meet a partisan hack face-to-face?”
It’s Frank J’s world, after all.