bush versus the devil
What do you expect? We’ve got a major economic problem and I’m the president during the major economic problem. I mean, do people approve of the economy? No. I don’t approve of the economy. ... I’ve been a wartime president. I’ve dealt with two economic recessions now. I’ve had, hell, a lot of serious challenges. What matters to me is I didn’t compromise my soul to be a popular guy.
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Mephistopheles, frustrated: Awright. Awright. How about this: no 9/11, no misbegotten war in Iraq, no Katrina, and no economic meltdown easily attributable to rightwing policy. Eh?
Bush: Hmmmm.
Mephistopheles: Peace, prosperity, thousands of American lives saved, millions more made wealthier, happier. God knows—
God, perkily: Did someone say ‘God’?
Bush, pointing with chocolate-stained fingers: He did.
God, disappointed: Oh.
Mephistopheles: Focus, for fuck’s sake. Focus. I don’t even want to be making this offer. Lucifer and I have this kind of high-stakes bet that I couldn’t get your soul—I’m not going into details—the point is, this is a ridiculously bad deal for me. I don’t want the betterment of the lives of immeasurable Americans. Okay? I’m really fucking myself over with this.
Bush: That other guy has a beard.
God:
Bush: I’m gonna call him ‘Beardy.’
Mephistopheles: FOCUS. George. I’m offering you a perfect presidency. Every American goes to Heaven. It’s the stupidest offer I’ve ever made. Cost: One soul.
Bush: Nope.
Mephistopheles: FUCK.
Mephistopheles, to himself: He’s good.
God: That’s not the word I would have used.







