Poor Mr. Bush. Come now, everybody, he's also human, isn't he? He's a husband, he's a father and he's a son... just like the rest of us. Come take a look at a typical day in his life.

At the breakfast table...

Daughter: Good morning daddy. So how's the war?

Bush: Great, great... couldn't be better. Would you pass me the ketchup please, honey?

Over lunch...

Mrs. Bush: Oh darling, have you got any plans for Monday night?

Mr. Bush: Aside from killing the President of Iraq, not really. What's up?

And right after lunch...

Daughter: Daddy, can I have a couple of friends over for dinner?

Bush: Sure honey. But don't forget to have their visas checked first.

Late in the afternoon, during a visit with his father...

Senior Mr. Bush: George, have you killed Saddam yet?

Junior Mr. Bush: I'm on it dad.

Senior Mr. Bush: Now don't forget to bring in the oil while you're at it.

Late at night, in the master's bedroom...

Mr. Bush: Baby, you're a bomb.

Mrs. Bush: You sly so and so... get on it and fire away.

And during the act itself...

Mr. Bush: Baby it's a hit! It's a hit! Ka-poww!...

See how ordinary his life is? In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he's become just a bit bored with it. Who could blame him for wanting a little diversion?