George W. Bush is taking a stroll around Washington, DC, when he sees a boy sitting on his front porch with a box of puppies. "Say, son," says Dubya, "what sort of puppies are those?" And the little boy says, "Why, they're Republican pupplies, Mr. President." Bush thinks, how about that? He goes home and excitedly tells Karl Rove about the boy with the Republican puppies. They clear their schedules and a few days later go back to where the boy is with the puppies. The boy is sitting on the porch and Bush says to Rove, "Get this." He walks up to the boy and says, "Son, can you tell me what kind of puppies those are.' And the boy says, "Why, yes, they're Democratic puppies." Bush says, "Hold on now. Just a few days ago you said they were Republican puppies." "Well, they, were, sir, but now they've had their eyes opened, so they're Democratic puppies."
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