in which some years from now, Bush is sitting on the porch at his ranch.

All of a sudden the various mental blocks and self delusions melt away and he is instantly confronted with every hypocritical, idiotic, insulting and damaging thing he has ever said or done.

In this sudden rush of self-relization, he falls to the ground, sweating profusely and babbling incoherently. His Secret Service detail finds him unconscious yet still shaking and takes him to the hospital. When he wakes up, he is a tormented man haunted by his past words and deeds.

For the rest of his like he travels the country in a Winnebago speaking to churches and monster truck rallies, preaching the importance of humility and rational thought.

The day this happens is the day I truly believe in God.