George Bush responds to questions about terrorism with a poem :

O’ the Sun is hot,
so very very hot,
if you touch it
your skin will sizzle
like shit on a griddle,
and you will feel like throwing up,
but you won’t,
because there isn’t time,
because the sun is
pretty...uh...goddamn hot,
that’s what it is,
fuck,
you know what i mean.