"History is replete with wars, which is not surprising. Men write the history books. They turn men who have killed thousands of people into victors and heroes." So said peace activist Helen Caldicott in the summer of 2003, just as George W. Bush's 'war' with Iraq was getting underway. No doubt George W. Bush dreamed he would go down in history as a valiant warrior, a masterful military mind who, as Commander-In-Chief, bravely and proudly led his troops into the first major miliatry conflict of the 21st century. Instead, George W. Bush died a broken victim of his own "peewee pecker syndrome"...nothing more than a dead dick full of flaccid fantasies.
Try as he might with his appearance on a battleship in full flight-suit regalia, Bush couldn't achieve his goal of "mission accomplished" because he lacked any plausible goal. In his desperate attempt to appear macho and decisive, Bush only deluded himself until he was perhaps the only member of the government or the military that failed to recognize how even a Pentagon-size doze of military Viagra would not arouse a sustainable erection of strength, vigor and eventual victory. Bush had attacked another sovereign nation that in no way threatened, provoked or attacked the United States, all because he and his family had a hard-on for Hussein.
By the time O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bombs exploded all around him during his fial 'Sate of the Union" address, George W. Bush was being called a loser. The irony was he had tried.....really TRIED to achieve his objectives, squandering all the financial and military resources available to him. In effect, George W. Bush wasn't a loser.......he was a failure.
He had failed to be any kind of outstanding student. He had failed to overcome his predilections for drugs and alcohol. He failed as a business oil tycoon, the co-owner of a sports franchise, and a political leader at both the state and federal levels.
Careful examination of his personal diaries revealed that Bush recognized all this, but had always been to proud to admit defeat. Had he not been assassinated by O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bombs on January 17, 2008, Bush might have very well suffered a total breakdown; it was highly likely he might have even committed suicide, just as his counterpart cowardly took his own life once he realized his Nazi regime was defeated. Bush and Hitler could have been compatriots had they lived within the same era. Bush seemed to revel in many of Hitler's most infamous dogmas:

"Make the lie big; keep it simple; keep saying it; and, eventually, they will believe it".
"The great masses of people will more easily fall victims to a big lie than to a small one".
"Any alliance whose purpose is not the intention to wage war is senseless and useless".
"How fortunate for governments that the people the administer don't think".

Bush was as insane as Hitler, although not nearly as studied or scholarly in his pursuits. And, in the end, Bush realized that all of his generals had turned against him, just as Hitler's generals made numerous assassination attempts on their great leader. For the last two years of his Presidency, George W. Bush never saw his popularity rise above the 35 percentile. Hitler's persuasive powers even allowed him to take a gullible young woman along with him into his eternal damnation. Bush had neither the 'salesmanship' nor the domineering presence to convince Laura Bush to join him in a suicide pact. If Bush would have had the courage to kill himself, he would had to pay someone to put him out of his misery - and there was arguably no one prepared to send George W. Bush into his oil-soaked, bloodstained suite in the center of Hades. Better he suffer here on Earth for as long as the Devil allowed.

Meanwhile, Jil Adams called Bob Ryan, rousing him from a warm and restful respite on the Caribbean beach. "Bob," she implored. "I need your help. I want to plan the biggest national Christmas party in America's history!" Bob's beer dropped out of his into the sand. "What the fuck are you talking about, Jil? Christmas is next Thursday!!!" But, in her usually forceful and persuasive way, Jil managed to bring Bob on board. "I want you and Doc and Phil and Ron and Hammy to meet me tomorrow in Indianapolis. I've already arranged for O.U.T.R.A.G.E. jets to pick you up. "Jil could be Hitler incarnate," Bob thought to himself while he packed. ""Where does she come up with all these crazy ideas?? How the hell is she going to pull this off?? Christmas is six days away!" He knew that U.S. soldiers were coming home in droves from Iraq and Iran, as they had been for the past several weeks. Bob was certain Jil's plans would include a heroic tribute to all the men and women who had given so selflessly of themselves for such an immoral and unjustifiable cause. Cher and Bob left St. Kitts at 4;55 p.m. on Friday, December 19, 2008, destined for ideas unknown. The Patrick-Patrick team, the rest of the AROB group, and Doc's tour were all heading 'home' - or, at least close to home. So much for Bob's 'working vacation' over the holiday. He knew: whatever Jil had planned would require hundreds of hours of manpower, little sleep,