NO STRANGE PUSSY!

When a married man opts for power via politics, he must renounce strange pussy unless he is willing to admit that he is cheating on his wife. Before he embarks on a career of public service--not pubic service--he must be damn sure that clout compensates for cunt.

We guardians of the public trust aren't about to allow ambitious cretins to have the best of both worlds--power and pussy. We, the anonymous masses, aren't keen on turning over power to a few elites, but we're making sure they pay a price for the privilege--NO STRANGE PUSSY!

Do you for one second believe that the ex-President George W. Bush was happy fucking his frigid librarian wife? He remembered those West Texas days with gusto when he used to wile away the hours drinking beer, snorting coke and hosting hot chicks.

He was the most powerful man in the world surrounded by women who were slobbering to give him head, but he couldn't touch them, which accounted for his bellicose attitude since he had to vent his frustrations by starting wars and sending thousands to their deaths.

When he ordered the bombing of an Iraq village that resulted in the slaughter of an innocent family as part of collateral damage, he fantasized about Secretary of State Conde Rice and imagined sitting around a campfire at his ranch with her rubbing his leg.

"You ain't done shit 'til you've fucked a black babe in the White House," he snickered to himself through his crooked grin.

At the downtown bars the boys go home with a different chick each night. They aren't interested in power.