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Condoleeza Rice is Bush's cover.
Bush's foreign policy skills aren't strong.
Rice and Colin Powell can't work together.
Their views of the world have clashed too long.

You know they both can't make the Shrub much better.
We know the Dunce can't get his sh*t together...

Condoleeza Rice said, "Boss! Hey, wake up!
Slept this morning - now, what will you do?
And after spending yesterday together,
Tryin' hard to coach you, you've no clue!"

"Honeymoon for you was now just ending.
So now we need a war, and Star Wars spending...
Just take my advice."

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We know Bush can't think for himself; his handlers scream, "That's
untrue!"
And you'll see that the only blacks who work for him must shine
his shoes.
Right-wing carried...
Are judges like *Slappy...
And Condoleeza Rice.

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You know it seems the more Bush squawks about it.
It only make things worse, 'cause people doubt him...
She'll make Bush his puppet...
Condoleeza Rice.

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